Italy seems to be the place everyone and their mom (well my mom for sure) has asked us questions about. Mainly, where should we go in Italy? When? And the biggest question: do you have some special power to convince my significant other to take me there? My special power comes in pictures, just show him/her all these lovely pictures + a glass or 2 (or 3 or 4) of their fave happy beverage + memorize their credit card number and you will be in Italy in no time!
The when is easy, not during summer when it’s balls hot! Preferably, May or September for prime warmness and minimal crowds. The where: Rome, Amalfi Coast, Venice, and I hear Cinque Terre is incredibile. But I never put Florence on that list, and I feel really horrible about that now that I have looked at our pictures from there. Florence was gosh darn impressive! The Duomo, the parks, the food and leather market, and the perfect sunset from the Ponte Vecchio. How could I leave out such a gorgeous city. Bad traveler, bad!
Be sure to show these little beauts to your hubs tonight! Don’t forget the scotch!
Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore (a.k.a. Il Duomo di Firenze) Our hotel, Hotel Costantini, was right outside of the Duomo so we got to walk past it a lot!
Walking up the steps to the top we couldn’t take our eyes off this fresco painted by Giorgio Vasari and Federico Zuccari in 1579.
After climbing the 463 steps to the top we were rewarded with a perfect view of Florence.
Look! I’m a unicorn!
Then we headed through the San Lorenzo Leather Market to the Mercato Centrale where we strolled through the isles filled with fresh produce.
We stopped for lunch at the Nerbone meat stall where we devoured the best Roast Beef sandwich in the whole wide world. Just try to watch the video below and not drool all over your keyboard! I dare you!
You guys! They’re making FRESH pasta!!
Fresh ravioli, FTW!
I’ll just take the whole bucket, kthxbai.
Then we strolled through Giardino di Boboli.
We debated for a good 15 minutes about that bird. Is it real or fake? It was real, but it seriously didn’t move a muscle for a really long time…until it did.
I love me a perfectly clouded sky.
And of course, that perfect sunset from the Ponte Vecchio I was telling you about.
See you in Italy!