And we were off to Florence.
Here’s my lovely traveling buddy… Hey, Mom.
And here’s the Duomo, in all it’s magnificence.
It wouldn’t be Italy without pasta… almost.every.night.
Burned off by a long walk back to the hotel, of course.
We walked alllllll over Florence.
It was pretty exhausting. I managed to read 2 1/2 books in down time. Necessary.
But the long treks led to well-worth-it views.
Oh hey, all of Florence.
We went to Boboli Gardens.
Saw some flowers…
…and a kitty. Win.
And on to Venice!