Ball. Ball. Ball.

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You know what this whole “blogging daily” experience has taught me? That I don’t need to blog every day. I know. Sad but true. Hear me out.

Before I tried this, I was making myself feel so guilty for not blogging everyday. I thought that if I just put the effort in I could have a booming website.  I would beat myself up daily for being such a failure and not even trying. Meanwhile, days and days would go by and this site would get dustier and dustier. BUT! While it was getting dustier I was focusing on other things, like working-out every day or writing books or creating really unique photoshoots for my clients or walking my damn dogs all over the planet. (I do a lot of dog walking…)

I decided to shut that inner nagging voice up with this blogging-everyday exercise and guess what I figured out?!! I suck at blogging every day! I actually don’t have that much that is interesting to say! Who knew?!! (Probably everyone.)

Maybe it’s okay not to blog every day. I mean, how much can I ramble and be entertaining? Not that much! Sure, I was entertaining back in the day when there weren’t a million bloggers creating amazing content but now there are and here I am just blowing raspberries into the wind. I have my loyal buddies (Hello guys! I love you!) who love every single sentence I ever write but you gotta admit I wasn’t really showing up with my A-game. Sigh.

So I might call it off. I know you understand. I think I’m just going to keep doing what I was doing and showing up here when I actually have something interesting to share. But maybe at least try to show up once a week. Even a week round-up post could be fun. Like a list or something.

All of this is very navel-gazing and meta. So let’s move on to more important things:

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SPRECKLES! Having three dogs has pushed us over the limit of sane dog owners. It’s a circus around here. Have you ever tried petting three jealous dogs at the same time? You have to use two hands and a foot. And if you don’t, one dog will paw at you with her extremely long dog toenails and give you bruises on your legs. The other will bark so loudly it will wake up the whole house and the other will jump up on your lap, lick your nose OR worse, growl at the other dogs, which can be a little scary.

I know it’s my own fault for spoiling them rotten with petting sessions but I can’t not spoil them! My heart doesn’t work the way a disciplinarian’s should. (Have you seen my kid?) I am the pied piper of the dogs. They follow me everywhere because they know I’m a sucker with a big, fat softie-dog-loving heart. I can be counted on to give them snacks, play with them and have three-limbed petting sessions at all hours of the day.

I try to play ball with Spreckles, because she is the crazy ball-loving type, but the other dogs do not play ball and insist on interrupting our games rudely. It’s mayhem.

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How could you ignore that face?

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Here, Mom, I haz ball. You can haz ball.

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See ball. It there. Stop all this drinking coffee and focus on ball. I has razor focus on ball.

Ball. Ball. Ball.

Italy, Chapter 4: Florence!

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Ah, Florence. The last leg of our great epic girl’s trip to Italy. What do I think of Florence? I don’t even know. It was pretty. It was vast. There were a lot of churches. There was a lot of shopping. I would go again, definitely. It’s not top of my list like Varenna but it was fun. I would definitely go back to buy shoes, leather bags and belts.

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First off we stayed in a pretty hip hotel.  The San Gallo Palace .  I dug all their weird cool art and the fresh take on breakfast. It was a bit kitschy, a bit modern, a bit zany like Italy is. I loved the funky chairs in the lobby and the little tiny cacti plants at breakfast. They had a garden outside too that I wanted to explore but by the time I got around to it a storm had rolled in and it was a bit chilly!

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Before all that, we took a quick trip on the Hop-on-hop-off bus to get a lay of the land. Teresa (and me) always recommend this to weary travelers. It’s a great way to relax, see the sights, get your bearings and get around! You can sit and relax or use the ticket for 24-48 hours just to get from here to there. It’s really a great value. Don’t worry about the cheap headphones and knowing what is really going on. You’ll figure it as you go and if you don’t figure it out, no biggy! Just go around again! Florence had two hop-on-hop-off bus routes. One was about an hour and the other two. We didn’t see all of the routes but we did get around. Our first stop was the statue of David at the top of the hill over-looking Florence.

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What a view! Not of the girl, though she is pretty too but of the Duomo and the city! It was really nice to start off our tour with this view and get an idea of what was to come. We walked around, admired some water-colorists street art and ate a delicious lunch.

 

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Apperol Spritz and thinly sliced meats were on the daily. Not pictured was of course burrata caprese salad! We ate that at every meal.

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Then down the hill to do some shopping! Shopping in Florence is what everybody does.

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There are little shops everywhere! Selling everything! And most of it really really nice things, not just cheap souvenirs.

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Of course we visited Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore up close and not just afar from the hillside. At night it was the most dramatic. The black and white marble looks almost like paper when juxtaposed with the other orange and brown buildings around it. It was all very surreal.

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And of course we shopped.

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Teresa found a jaunty leather jacket and I almost bought those boots with the red elastic insert, but I didn’t.

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The next day we took off to see the church at the top of the hill that we didn’t get a chance to see the day before.

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It’s called The San Miniato al Monte and it’s very pretty. We happened to go there on a Sunday and actually got to see a Mass being performed which was crazily dramatic for me, the non-Catholic of the group. There was incense being swung back and forth, monks speaking in latin and the most dramatic and scary song being played on a loud organ. It sounded like Dracula himself was about to appear! But it wasn’t. It was just a traditional mass.

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After that excitement we wandered around the cemetery outside and soaked in the sunshine.

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We visited a little pharmacy store next to the church that the monks make essential oils for. I sampled their famous coconut ice cream. It was delicious, of course. So simple and light! Teresa was skeptical because she thinks coconuts only grow in Hawaii and the monks have no business messing with them. Either way the shop was really cute and we went home with several tinctures and potions.

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The cemetery was beautiful. So many graves of children tugged at our heart strings.

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Then back down the hill we bussed to see the famous bridge: Ponte Vecchio. It doesn’t look like it’s a bridge because it’s covered with little buildings but it is. All the little buildings are little shops. Some of them are so small they are cupboards that lock and unlock with a series of levers and pulleys that are all interconnected. It’s quite interesting and complicated. I’d love to go back when they are opening or closing and see how all the mechanisms actually work.

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Pretty pretty postcard shots! Teresa took one from inside a shop which is a much more original idea. Too bad I didn’t think of that!

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When we were there half the shops were closed because it was Sunday, which was fine with me because I was pretty much out of spending money by that point and less shops equals less people shopping so it wasn’t so overwhelmingly crowded.

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I can only imagine what it is like on a busy tourist day. Crazy!

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Next we visited the Piazza della Signoria and admired all the violent sculptures. I’d love to go back as a history student and learn all the stories behind them.

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Christine pointed out some graffiti by Michelangelo. There are a lot of tall tales about how it got there. I’m not sure what is true but it was kind of cool to see. And nobody was really looking at it, so maybe it’s not that well known.

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Tourists, tourists, tourists. They are an amazing spectacle on their own. Sometimes it’s fun to turn around and take pictures of all the people taking pictures.

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We got a kick out of a flock of Tibetan monks that swarmed the square around us. I think the feeling was mutual.

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And the street art!

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I wonder what this chalk street art looks like when it rains.

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We putzed around poking in and out of shops. The shopping seemed like it could go on forever. Much longer than I or my budget ever could.

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But I could definitely take pictures of shops!

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We stopped by the famous Gilli restaurant from the famed American in Italy photo. Sadly we happened upon the one rude waiter in all of Italy so our experience wasn’t the best. I guess that is what we get for being American tourists. I’m sure Italy is very sick of us.

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The deserts were camera ready but not quite as tasty. Maybe our rude waiter tainted our opinions. I don’t know but I do know I am definitely NOT a cafe con panna girl. It was a little too much panna for me! It looks pretty though!

That night a storm rolled in and we were so late to get out to dinner that all the restaurants closed on us! It was Sunday after all. We were just about to stay in and order room service when we discovered the cutest little restaurant right next door to our hotel. It was very small and managed by the most capable older woman with fluffy blonde hair, probably the matriarch of the place. We huddled inside to keep warm.  In America they would have turned us away but she let us stay there in the entryway with a few other couples crowding everyone. Every table was filled but we stood there patiently until finally a few families left. They weren’t even rushed by the woman. They just finished and got up to go of their own accord. I love that about Italy. No one ever rushes you. You can stay all night until the restaurant closes! We know because we closed down a few!

I don’t have any pictures but you’ll just have to imagine it. It was called Ristorante Alfredo. It was so cozy and warm and welcoming. I love little family run restaurants! They really treat you the best. I ordered some kind of tomato zuppa (soup) (because I’m not a fan of fish and that was their specialty) and when it came, it was the heartiest thick, bready, crumb stew you have ever seen! My spoon stood up straight in it! It was a comfort food dream come true, perfect for a cold fall night AND perfect for our last dinner in Italy!

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The next morning while Teresa got her travel agent affairs in order, Christine and I did one last power walk to see Santa Maria Novella. There are so many amazing churches in Italy but this one seemed the most steeped in history. It was quite big with many rooms and courtyards. I want to go back and spend a year learning about it an all the frescos and art. A year might not even be enough time!

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Then after that power walk tour we headed across the street for my last standing cappuccino.

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Italian cappuccinos are so, so, so good. It’s very strange to me to stand and drink a cappuccino at the bar. I think we should adopt this custom. Especially the $1 part. So good and so cheap! The woman pouring my cappuccino recognized a friend who came in and shouted out “Ciao Bella!” so loudly and enthusiastically that Christine and I were quite smitten. Wouldn’t it be great to be greeted like that every day?!

So we did just that when we got back to our hotel and reunited with Teresa. Ciao Bella, Teresa!

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I think learning a new greeting is probably the best souvenir of all!

Ciao Bella, Florence!

Next up: Robbed AGAIN (!!!) in Milan