Uffizi Florence

What more could I want out of a hotel where I could walk barefoot over cool decorative tiles and hear other travelers sing together in the shower bathroom? We walked the well-lit streets home that first night. They were glowing from the rain. My brother bought a red bottle of wine that we would split into the six plastic cups. The vendor had given us an extra one to include himself! People here were feeling festive, and this of course included tourists staying at our hotel. The traveling Canadian hadn’t exposed himself to us too much yet, but we’d get to know him better over breakfast the next morning.

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