A day of fortunate events in Florence (Day 2 / Part 1)
It’s Saturday morning, I’m in Florence and first thing in my mind is why the hell am I awake at 9:00 in the morning? During the week I’m struggling to get up early and now what? It’s weekend and I can’t even sleep properly? Is this a habit now? what kind of irony is this!? Heh, I know it might sound a bit over-dramatic and I bet this happens quite often to many of us. OK, I’m awake and I take my fully charged phone along with a city map that I’ve grabbed from the hostel reception last night and...