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 feeling marginally better, and had quit tossing and turning, and I slept until 5.30, when I awoke thinking it was 6.30 a.m.!
So I FaceTimed with a friend in NYC, and only after getting on the phone did I realize that I had another hour to go.
In any event, Saturday has been a day for grabbing what sleep I could. I was in business class on the way to Florence today, on Austrian Airlines, but that didn’t allow for any more or less sleep.
And Florence was rainy when I arrived, and I felt like crap, so I took a nap.
Sunday will be my day to venture out into the city and do my art tour that starts at 10 a.m. Evensong at the local Anglican Church is at 6 p.m.
But the one stop that I have to make: Michelangelo’s David. I’m beyond excitement to finally see it.
At 8 p.m. on Saturday, with the sky having cleared and with moderate temperatures, the Duomo and Campanile and Baptistery look like this:
P.S. — this is the first Hilton hotel in which I’ve stayed, anywhere in the world, that does not have an iron and ironing board in the room! I have to go to some central laundry room to iron my linen shirts. Unhappy, am I.
AND SUNDAY MORNING. An update now: less restless night, and a healthy breakfast. I’m going to go face the Florentian world.
Coffee and pineapple and scrambled eggs and yummy croissants help fortify me for the shuttle, tram, and walking I’m about to do!
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: