Europe Day 9: In Transit

From first thing this morning until 5 in the evening, I was traveling to Florence.

We flew with Easy Jet airlines. Every single piece of their propoganda is bright orange.    We talked a little about color psycology before the flight and how orange and red make people feel rushed.  I felt unsettled.  But, I did have delightful conversations with Kayla and Ruth.

I feel so blessed to be surrounded by such spectacular people.  One of my concerns with this trip is how I don't generally make friends very quickly.  Perhaps it is because we are an island of Americans in a sea of Europeans, or because we are spending so much time together, or even because we are having incredibly deep experiences together, or all of these combined, it feels to me that we are all becoming a close knit group rather quickly. I like it.

I am not so sure how I feel about Florence.  The hotel is pretty okay; much better wifi, a very large bath tub, and (or so I hear) breakfast that involves more than bread and coffee.  We do have five people in our room, which likely means I'll have to track down my alone time elsewhere, but I can handle that.  The luggage situation I'm not too sure about.  Other than putting in five beds, and five plastic cups, they did not seem to take into consideration how five people will fit into one room.  They only gave us four towels.  I am-potentially-taking the last shower tomorrow. I better make sure we get another towel tonight!

The city is really beautiful, but in the brief time we walked around today, it seems to be a lot of shopping.  We did stumble across a collection of sculptures which was pretty amazing.  They all featured things we had read about in our Greek Mythology book, so it was fun to figure out who was who and which story they were in.  I rather like Greek Mythology, though I think the disturbing parts managed to creep into my dreams the other night, and I did not so much appreciate that.

A little group of us ate at a little pizzaria.  I am a slow decision maker, and ended up randomly choosing a pizza from the menu.  It said something about featuring the toppings from a certain soup.  I thought it would be good; vegetables, cheese, probably some meat thrown in their. Nope.  I'm pretty sure they opened a can of soup, dumped out three quarters of the juice, threw what was left on some pizza dough with sauce and a tiny bit of cheese, tossed it in the oven and fed it to me.  It was not that good.  Next time, no matter how hungry we are, I am determined that we will pick a restaurant with other people in it.  That is usually a sign it tastes good.