I’ve decided going away on a little trip is the perfect way to celebrate our anniversary. We did it last year with our trip to Stockholm and we knew we wanted to do it again this year.
It just took us forever to get around to choosing where to go. Fast forward to the beginning of October and a conversation that went a little like “OK, seriously, where are we going for our anniversary?”. “How about somewhere we’ve been before?”. “Florence”. “Yeah, sounds fun, let’s do that”.
And that was end of all thought processes and plans.
The flights looked cheap until we realised that they were pretty crap, so we paid a bit extra for better times which really translated to “how can we stay the longest for the least amount of money”. We managed to find accommodation that didn’t cost a kidney and turned out to be the best accommodation we’ve ever stayed in – but, then again, we do stay in some hovels, so the competition isn’t that much.
Now that was all sorted, off we trotted on our jollies.
I enjoy writing out our trips in a diary-esque style so I’m going for same thing here. Of course, I took many more photos that necessary and I have more I’d like to share about certain things, but I like a nice diary-esque overview to get things going.
You know what’s not a good idea? Going to a concert the night before, getting home at 1am and realising that the flight is two hours earlier than you thought and realising that you need to be leaving the house a 6am, not getting up.
I always insist on booking the earliest flight possible and, I always think this is a stupid idea when I can’t get Kris out of bed at 5am – or in this case, the sofa, since we didn’t bother actually getting into bed. Chop-ster and I went for a tag team effort, I placed him on Kris’s face and Chop-ster scratched him in the eye. Fool proof.
Fast forward and we’re on the flight–checked in online like the savvy travellers that we are–slightly delayed for our connecting flight in Rome but had to risk a widdle stop, on the flight to Florence, off the flight and then running late for check in at our hostel.
Us to the hostel lady: “We will be there by one”.
Us: “Shall we walk?” “Sure”. “Should only take half an hour, that’s what Google says”.
One hour and a bit more later: “OK, it’s just round the corner, it’s 12.57. Damn you Google, you lying bastard!”.
The hostel we booked was really nice–I already said that – it was Casa Nuestra, just outside of the city centre, clean, safe and had the best views of the hills and rooftops. But I’m not about to review the hostel, I just really liked the views.
After check in, we accidentally fell asleep. We accidentally took our shoes off, laid on the bed and woke up three hours later. I might have gotten under the duvet accidentally too.
We eventually woke up and as we’d reserved a table for dinner we headed out early to have a wander, wake up enough to have deep conversations – like: if you won the lottery, what would you do with it? – and then went to enjoy food at BRAC, a not-to-fancy, quite cheap vegetarian/vegan restaurant in the centre.
Then we plodded home and slept some more. We didn’t even buy gelato on the way back, we were that tired.
Friday was a nice and simple day. We started the day by visiting Florence’s zoölogy museum, La Specola, which has taken top spot as the best zoölogy/natural history museum we’ve been to. I can’t wait to share the photos with you in another post.
*Insert pizza stop here*
After the museum we headed to the Boboli Gardens to walk around, then a little further over to the Bardini gardens to explore those as well. I’ll definitely be writing some more on the Boboli gardens, eventually.
I’m sure there was a gelato stop at some point, somewhere between the gardens and us climbing up a huge hill to get a view over the city. Pro tip: Instead of standing at the Piazza Michelangelo with all the other tourist, just walk two minutes up the road behind you and enjoy the same view from The Palace of Bishops without the risk of a selfie stick poking you in the eye.
After attempting to take a couples photo by resting my camera on a bin, we retired for the evening via more pizza.
My favourite day! If you’ve read my photo-an-hour post from this day, you might have seen what was so great about it. If not, I’ll quickly recap: we went on an amazing hike to the town of Fiesole and Kris proposed.
The hike was gorgeous, energizing and sunny–really! there was at least half an hour where I was wearing a t-shirt. The proposal was mediocre at best.
Seriously though, best day, hands down. I love a good hike!
We had planned to be back by the afternoon to visit the science museum–yep, real cool people we are–but we left later than planned, the walk took longer than planned and then we spent an hour watching the view and whilst I are a bunch of bananas. Luckily, none of the people around us stayed longer enough to see me consume more than one.
According to Kris, every time he wanted to propose, I’d be there shoving another banana in my face.
We eventually began the walk back to Florence and still had high hopes of getting to museum. Then the closing time passed us by as we walked through the middle of nowhere and all hopes were crushed.
To celebrate we attempted to grab dinner at BRAC again, but they were full so we walked to the pizza place from the previous night, ordered the maxi size marinara and sat, un-bothered, in the corner again. Perfect.
I’ll be sharing some more photos from this day in another post.
The last day. Sad face.
Nah, it was such a great weekend away, I didn’t mind it was the last day.
We didn’t have anything planned for this day, we’d left it plan-free incase we needed extra time to do things. We did.
We spent the morning at the science museum, which was a lot smaller than we thought, then we thought we should at least check the airport shuttle bus times, just in case we had any bad karma built up. It was all good, shuttle buses twice an hour all day and most of the night. So off we went to make the most of our last few hours.
By looking at dinosaurs. And then eating, obviously.
Again, dinosaurs and science will be coming to a post near you sometime.
We ended up at the airport about an hour earlier than planned, why? I don’t really know. We just headed that way after we’d eaten.
Everything was going fine until we got to Rome for our connecting flight. Storms and cabin crew delays meant a very delayed flight, which meant missing the last train home and having to sleep in the airport.
The sofas were really comfortable though, so it wasn’t too bad, until the coffee place opened up at 4am. Then it was a bit shit.
Then it was home and to bed until lunch time.
And that was the weekend!
Have you been to Florence? Or anywhere else in Italy before?