On Oct 16, we traveled by air, bus, train and taxi. We flew from Lesvos to Milan, took a bus from the airport to the train station, a train to Florence, and a taxi to our apartment. Or at least we thought the taxi driver had dropped us at the door of our apartment. Only after we were dropped off and after Lance had tipped him did we discover that we could not find the right address.
At this point, we were fairly tired, had no idea where we were, and of course, spoke no Italian! Finally, after mulling a bit, I approached some women sitting in a park. No, no one spoke English, but one of them spoke Spanish. Amazingly, I was able to call up enough vocabulary to communicate our problem. Two of the women walked with us, looked at my email and helped us to discover that we couldn’t find our apartment because we were on the wrong street. Good news, they helped us read the street signs, and find our apartment on the next street, one block from where we had been dropped off.
Once found, the apartment was perfect. It was spacious and well equipped, and the owners were helpful. We had access to everything we needed within a few blocks: market, laundry, bakery, wine store, café and restaurants. It was a perfect home for the 3 weeks we were there.
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| Our apartment, Florence |
