Euro18: leaving Firenze

Euro18: under the weather

I woke up on Saturday feeling worse than I did on Friday, and after a tremendously restless night. My body can’t decide if I am having an allergy attack, or if something infectious has taken hold. I’m treating for allergies, but this is ugly right now. Somewhere around 4 a.m., I realized that I was

Euro18: Duomo

And thus it was that at 2.25 p.m. on Saturday, July 7, as the plane (yes, plane, with propellers and everything!) was landing in Firenze, I first caught sight of the Duomo. And I nearly cried. Here’s the view from my hotel room, on the executive floor of the Hilton Metropole: