This is the continuation of the travelogue of my recent trip to Italy…
[Note regarding Instagram: due to recent events, such as PBers getting fired for info leaked, I’m not going to give out my IG info. A few people here already have it, but that’s because I know them IRL. To make up for this, I’m going to share some links (including general IG pages) that should give you a taste of what I was seeing (and tasting!). Enjoy!]
Day 2.5 – Thursday, May 25 – Florence: We left off with the butler popping the bubbles and a toast to our trip. After a sip or two and letting the excitement of the room and the view sink in, we decided to do a quick change and go to lunch.
Maria knew where everything was, so during this trip I left the directions up to her. She walked us right around the corner to a trattoria to have a “light” bite, knowing we were going to have a big dinner. We sat in a small courtyard and split a salad, some crostini…and then…the rigatoni. Now. Rigatoni. No big deal, right? But this rigatoni was like no pasta I’d ever put in my mouth. I’m DREAMING of this rigatoni. I vow to go back to this place for the rigatoni alone. My life has been changed by this rigatoni. If you’re ever in Florence, GO HERE for rigatoni.
Also, my diet seal was broken at this point. All bets were off.
Then back to the hotel to relax. After showering (FINALLY!), sipping more prosecco, drinking in the views from the balcony and just generally soaking in the reality of it all, we napped for an hour or so and slowly got ourselves ready for our evening.
Evening consisted of happy hour at the rooftap bar, Sesto, across the street (check out some of those sunset shots!), and then a walk a few blocks away to a restaurant where we were welcomed extra warmly by the owner (friend of Maria’s, of course), and sat in a primo location – next to two WILD and CRAZY Italian dudes.
One of the dudes was some Italian singer who looked like Sean Penn and the other was a guy who looked like Keith Urban. Seriously! The resemblance was striking for both of them. They were hilarious. We got a little drunk. You guys, by the end of the evening, we were laughing, singing, and nearly dancing on the table!
But as you know, it’s all fun and games until someone tries to grab you by the pussy. That’s right, I got groped in the vadge. The Italian Sean Penn got very, very handsy and kissy (which I actually kind of enjoyed). But when is this stuff crossing the line? I drew it at the pussy grab.
Granted, I didn’t call him out. I didn’t make a scene. I just backed away from the situation and told Maria why (at this point we were up from the dinner table and finishing our drinks outside by the doorway and talking with the owner – who’d WARNED us that these guys might get out of hand, so again, there was no real recourse except to avoid them).
It was closing time. We ended up hiding from the crazy Italian guys because we didn’t want them to follow us back to the hotel! We somehow found our way back inside the restaurant and on an upper balcony area where we could look out the window and see what was going on below. Crazy Italians were smoking in the street and talking with the owner.
Of course, they saw us and waved. We waved back, but the message was clear: you’re drunk – go home!
And they did.
When the coast was clear, Maria and I thanked the restaurant owner profusely – not only for letting us hide in his restaurant, but for the FANTASTIC dinner and drinks that he refused to let us pay for. What a sweetheart! What a night!
We stumbled down the cobblestone streets back to the hotel and fell into that glorious bed (yes, we shared the cloud of a king-sized bed and it WAS truly scrumptious)!
Day 2 down and more adventure to go!
to be continued…
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