Firenze
2000. I was a college student taking a semester in Europe. Just finished a few months in London, which was a blast, but looking for the "find myself" moment that's in all the movies and guidebooks and such.

Here's the cheesiest and beautifullest day:

Wake up in sun-drenched apartment with surprisingly minimal hangover - chase it away completely with a glass of blood orange juice - walk to the central market - buy lunch of pesto and asiago on ciabatta (all homemade) - have a half-hearted morning in class - eat sammich - walking home, hear music - trace source of music to a park I never knew was two blocks from my apartment - stumble upon outdoor rave - notice all my friends are there - purchase ecstasy tablet - carouse - me and my friends walk to Il Tirabusco, the greatest restaurant in all of Florence, where the bushy-bearded chef recommends to me the gnocchi in leek sauce and the duck carpaccio with a couple gallons chianti - swallow my caplet - walk to Piazza della Sancta Cruce - give my ticket to the gent with the gun - hum along with no more than 6,000 others as we watch Radiohead play in the open-air of the square - realize my roommate's hot - roommate realizes I'm hot - a few hours of fireworks (figurative) - we walk the streets looking for a glass of whiskey - fall in with a group of Belgians who play saxophone - I forget where it ends, but it did.

It's hard to read/write all that whilst sitting at a desk trying to avoid faxing invoices and filing receipts and such. It makes me wonder what's happened in five years to make me lose the grit and spark I once had. Maybe it's just been re-focused - as I'm pretty content with my life in general - but, hey, enjoy it while you can, if you can.
(ZugZwang refuses to update his profile., Mon 14 Mar 2005, 19:37, Reply)