Florence, Italy
I write to you from a small cafe on the corner, near my hostel. The smell of espresso and breakfast sweets from the cafe flow into the streets. Everyone sits outside, here. They all talk and seem to know each other. I ordered a coffee and a chocolate danish...and the little girl (bambina) next to me is singing some italian school song.
Its alot warmer today than the past few days...which is very nice. It has taken me a while to write so here is a recap of the pa...