Fiesole

Saturday 16th of August, 12:25, Fiesole

Note to self about Thursday night: Never walk in an internet cafe again with three very strong Mai Tais in your bloodstream...
It is true I was sad, still am a little bit, but I'm confident I'll survive.


I am now sat in the shadow of an olive tree on the Etruscan archeologic site of Fiesole, that small village overhanging Florence, where at last I found a bit of peace and quiet.
It is true I'm having a great time in between the classes, the infinite amount of Renaissance art available (the Galleria Palatina and the Uffici on their own are worth the journey from London) and the nights out spent drinking and talking international bullshit with Mexicana, Austrian Goth, Spanish geek, and usually a handful of Italian guys found on the streets, but I find it hard to cope with the hordes of tourists, and was starting to suffocate due to a lack of me-time.

Here, it's perfect. It's just me, the ruins, and the Toscan hills.
And my inner Japanes feels more than contented with all the photographic opportunities.

I know I shouldn't be complaining, but the truth is, I am starting to miss London a little bit. Especially the Usual Suspects, and the endless possibilities when it comes to meeting new people and discovering new places.
Florence is a bit too small for me I think, and I hate feeling like a sheep and having to follow the groups of sweaty American tourists in the queue to famous monuments. The problem is, I would never be able to sleep again if I didn't visit as many of those as humanly possible during my stay.
This, and I could kill for a breath of air under 30 degrees.

Londonners, be aware, I'm coming back in a week!