I arrive in Florence tonight. I flew in an old lil plane. The kind that still has propellers (see my Photo Albums) spinning wildly and is likely to fly off any minute and slice the plane in half. Luck of the draw I got to sit next to these wildly spinning propellers. I pulled the window shield down (as if ignorance will protect me).
Once I get in front of my apartment at 1030pm local time, I need to contact my landlord to let me in (whilst being paranoid about getting mobbed or killed on the street). My phone isn't international. A pay phone wasn't anywhere to be seen so I walk into the pizza parlour next door (see picture) to see if I can use their phone. They were still open! My Italian was pretty broken so I spoke English. Didn't matter though because ALL the men at the one occupied table got up from their seats and charged over with their phones flipped open and ready to go!! Woooaah, people are quite friendly here. The one I picked out ended up belonging to the owner of the pizza parlour. (Lucky me!) His name was Giovanni (hehee...how typical). He looks like a typical Italian too with the long, wavy, greasy black hair tied back in a ponytail, leather jacket, and pointed leather shoes. He gave me several slices of pizza and a 7-Up while I waited for my landlord. Guess I wasn't getting mobbed or killed tonight. He was sweet and generous. Che simpatico!
...and that's my benvenuto a Italia! =)