My first day in Florence was supposed to be my second but in the end it was probably good for my jet lag to have to get up. I had tickets to the Uffizi museum– its really the reason I wanted to come, I wanted to see my favorite painting. I was so emotional, I cried for an embarrassing amount of time and stood there for what felt like 30 min.

This is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I have no idea how he got her face to look like that– it was so seductive and coy. I have never felt more bisexual in my whole life.

Italy had my ideal grocery store situation– endless bread, cured meats, and cheese. Sunday I slept through church and went to the Boboli gardens which were beautiful but too hot. I get why Dante thought that hell was cold though, growing up in a hot climate is tough but makes you so much more sensitive to the cold. Afterward I just went home and watched a movie/listened to my audiobook of Anna Karenina to cool off. I also tried to find a notebook. Without a laptop to write, I had to find something to use to record things. I had read a book about the Medici’s before I came and it was fun to contextualize so much of the landscape of Florence through their contributions. Sunday was a strange day and later I realized I hadn’t taken my medication which helped explain it. I just felt low and listless made worse by how hot and jet lagged I was.