Monday - Florence, or Firenza as we world travellers call it---Names are swirling around in my head after a day of touring this cultural
mecca beside the Arno river. I have seen, in the great cathedral of Santa Maria literally acres of breathtaking paintings. The main chapel is so immense that I couldn’t help but wonder what the ordinary man of mideval times felt upon entering it. Nowhere is the power of The Church (a friend used to remind me that Catholics had been saying that centuries before Mormons took it up) on more vivid display than in the awe inspiring European cathedrals. There are wonderful sculptures on buildings, in plazas, on street corners. History is in the very air you breathe in Florence. In the morning we will view Michelangelo’s David, and then set out for the country villages (and cusine) of this part of Italy.
Suzanne mentioned food—we are doing our best to sample LOTS of it. My personal favorite, unfortunately, is Italian pastry. There is a shop on the corner by this hotel which has a window full of flakey confections I would defy anyone to pass by.
Hannah, Katherine and all other fashion gurus—there is a MUST wear chic look in Europe—black leggings or pencil slim jeans, high heeled boots, a short flared coat, and always-a long scarf. We are hard pressed to meet the competition.
There is an advantage to blogging—I can’t imagine anyone actually listening to me tell about my great adventure, but here I can hurl my thoughts into cyberspace and assume an audience. Love to all. Mom/Barb/G/GG