I thought it was spelled "Claritin." I bought a box yesterday because I thought I had bad allergies. The sore throat this morning tells me that perhaps I misdiagnosed myself.
I had a fantastic weekend. Giulia came over and was a huge, invaluable help to me. I had my first Italian bus experience which was surprising because one of the Florentine lines uses Mercedes vehicles, and it seemed like a charter bus. We took it to I Gigli, which I was told was the largest mall in the whole country. Seriously? Because you could put the place in a tiny corner of South Coast Plaza. We finished the mall in 2 hours, but the most important task was the food shopping. We bought large bottles of water, the critical toilet paper I've been needing, boxes of milk, various kinds of meat and pasta. She helped me bring back 4 bags of heavy groceries all the way from the train station to my apartment. We had to weave through thousands of tourists and narrow streets, plus terrain changes and the final ascent of 5 flights of stairs.
Giulia also introduced me to some authentic Tuscan cuisine at a local restaurant here. The main items we had for dinner were chicken liver and beef tripe.
The rest of the weekend was far less purposeful and frivolous, but unforgettable. I got presents: Intimissimi, Tod's, Sisley. Friday night was Amadeus, Saturday night was Sasso di Dante and Le Murate, Sunday night was Piazza Michelangelo. The Boboli Gardens at the Palazzo Pitti were calming and impressive, offering some of the best Florentine views. You can't miss that Duomo, anywhere you go.
I was swept away and a bit fearful. Who talks loudest: vino rosso, vin santo, or me? Who tells the truth?
There are no right answers.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 2:19 AM
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