Florence, Italy (Firenze, Italia)
In total we spent five full days in Florence, knowing that fewer days would not allow us to take in the sheer number of museums we wanted to peruse, towers we wanted to climb and gelatos we wanted to taste.
Speaking of the internet, many wifi spots require you to enter an email address when signing in. Quickly discovering that they never send you verification emails, we started to input firstname.lastname@example.org, drawing inspiration from the fictional German villain from the first Die Hard movie. What I find hilarious is that if you google Hans Gruber, this comes up:
Now a Vienna-born conductor who was naturalised as a Canadian citizen in 1944 at the age of 19 will forever be associated with a pistol-toting Alan Rickman in the midst of the Nakatomi Heist.
you can see the woman's flesh dimple under her captor's fingertips, and the fact that it was carved to be admired from any angle.
While waiting for our chosen restaurant to open for the evening, we wandered aimlessly and sat for a spell in a random piazza (they are innumerable in Florence) next to a hotdog-taco-sandwich stand.
It was in the pizzeria segment of a popular osteria that our tastebuds were blasted into the stratosphere. Osteria del Caffé Italiano only serve three types of pizza: margherita (tomato sauce with mozzarella and oregano), Napoli (tomato sauce with mozzarella, anchovies and capers), and marinara (tomato sauce with garlic and oregano). As we loathe anchovies, we ordered one each of the other two options.
Boy oh boy and gee willikers! The rustic pizzas, with toppings tossed on via grandiose Italian gesticulations, were amazing. I especially loved the marinara, as this simple type of pizza isn't widely found and it was executed perfectly. We hadn't even finished the meal before deciding that we would be back. As amateur foodies (or maybe it would be more accurate to refer to us as "food enthusiasts"), we prefer not to revisit eateries and instead make new discoveries. But this pizza! It was so good! You have no idea. Insatiable, we followed our meal with gelato from Marco Ottaviano and bussed back to our campground with basketball-sized foodbabies.
Today's post was almost called: Coffee-Ki-Yay Motherfucker!