I studied in Florence last spring, and the friends that I made during my time there are actually still in Florence, and are getting their degrees from a university there, so this year for spring break, I decided to go back to Europe and visit them. My nine days in Italy were very eventful and action packed, and even though I had been to Florence before, I still learned a lot of new things about the country, and even a couple of life lessons too.
1) If you want to go out to dinner with a group, make a reservation: This one is pretty much true no matter where you are, but I found that it is especially relevant when you are in Florence on a weekend with a group of ten people. This past Friday, a group of my friends and I decided that we wanted to go out to dinner, but unfortunately, we made this decision at around 8pm (Italians eat late, but by this time restaurants are pretty much booked for advance reservations). Even though we knew that we were a large group, we decided to try to find a place to eat anyway, thinking that there had to be somewhere that we could all fit together, but sadly… we were wrong. We wandered around, searching for a restaurant that would take us for two hours (TWO HOURS) before finally giving up and splitting up at 10pm. S0, if you want to actually eat dinner with your friends instead of walking from restaurant to restaurant trying to find somewhere that can accommodate you, plan ahead and make a reservation.
2) Do not, under any circumstances, try to use scissors after drinking wine: Thankfully, this lesson is something that I was not actually directly involved in (I was not the one drinking the wine with scissors), but I did get to witness the consequences. While I was in Florence, one of the friends of the girls I was staying with came to the apartment to assist with a midterm project (all the girls are interior design majors, so a lot of crafting/model building happens), and as I was sitting in the adjacent room, minding my own business, I hear him say: “Katherine. I need to go to the hospital.” At first I though he was joking, because he said it in such a nonchalant way, but when I walked into the room and saw the blood everywhere, I realized that he was being serious. After drinking a few glasses of wine, he had accidentally cut off the knuckle on one of his fingers with scissors, and did in fact need to go to the hospital. He got stitches and will be fine in a few days/weeks (if you look closely in the featured image of this post you can see the bandage on one of his fingers, he’s in the middle), but the moral of the story here is: don’t mix wine and scissors.
Even though this break did have some exciting challenges thrown in, it was still an awesome experience, and just to show how good it was, here are some of the pictures I took from my adventures this past week.