The buzzing of my alarm wakes me at 8 AM sharp.
As my eyes flutter open, it takes me a minute to realize where I am. I’m
staring at a glistening tile floor, a vase of pale pink flowers, and books
stacked up tall on a little white desk; It’s all very unfamiliar to me right
now. After a few minutes, I take a deep breath, and finally slide out of bed.
It’s time to start my first full day in Florence.
The temperature has reached nearly 84 degrees Fahrenheit by
9 AM. My roommate Kelsie and I walk down the front steps of our flat into the
beating sun. Our neighborhood is already bustling around us. We exchange looks
of both nervousness and excitement as we begin our journey through the city.
I become mesmerized by what I am beginning to experience. On
every street I turn, I’m bound to face large wooden doors that stand 15 or 16
feet tall, each adorned with beautiful gold knockers or rustic bells. Intricate
works of iron are crocheted over nearly every window. I glance upwards, and notice
the familiar green, white, and red flag blowing gently in the air. I see patios
and terraces that are overflowing with bright red and white flowers, with women
leaning over the rails of them to shake out dusty rugs. The windows above are
decorated with painted shutters, typically green, brown, or pale blue. Down
below, shop keepers are sweeping the entrances to newly opened stores. We pass
windows filled with sparkling jewelry, leather goods, and extravagant dessert displays.
By 2 PM, it’s nearly 96 degrees in the city center. I have
already determined it is rather easy to distinguish the types of people
surrounding me. Locals can be found fashionably strutting the streets, most
often in heeled shoes, floral patterns, button down shirts, and sun hats.
Tourists are usually fanning their faces with limp maps, commonly dressed in
neon gym shoes and carrying overstuffed backpacks or cameras. We walk more, now
passing restaurants. We hear the soft clank of forks against pasta bowls and the murmurs
of Italian conversation. The air is filled with aromas of cigarette smoke,
freshly baked bread, and floral perfumes. Despite the heat, I smile to myself
and watch the world move around me.
As the sun sets over the Arno (pictured below), the city has become much quieter. Neon bar
signs illuminate many of the windows we pass. Their reflection can be seen off
of the stone pavement, worn smooth from everyone’s footsteps. Street lamps give
off a soft yellow glow as I hear wine glasses clinking in the distance. After a
quick gelato stop, we are headed back home for the evening. Upon arrival to our
apartment, my roommate fishes her keys from her purse and unlocks the door.
Before stepping inside, I take a look behind me and smile, realizing I’ve
already fallen in love with Florence. I can’t wait to wake up and do it all
again tomorrow.
This post was written by Hannah Marie Zaininger, a senior at
Purdue University. She is studying Health Sciences with a concentration in
Occupational Therapy, as well as a minor in Psychology and Human Development
and Family Studies. She aspires to work in rehabilitation for people with
developmental disabilities.
Love the style you have chosen to describe the nuances of your day. I can almost see and feel the life of the city through your words. Photographs are the icing on the cake!
ReplyDeleteI have journaled for many years. This interactive "blogging thing" is a step above :)
Thanks Nana! Hannah did a great job painting a picture for our followers.
DeleteThank you so much for your kind words. My goal was to make our readers feel just like they are walking through the city streets!
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