Shirtless in Paradise

We have excitement! Danger! Thrills! What we don’t have is clothing.

You never think yours will be the luggage that gets lost, but it has to be someone’s. That’s why they have those forms at the desk. You have to fill them out. Then they can file them in a place where they won’t get lost. Of course, these are the same people who can’t locate a three foot, 40 pound bright red bag.

But that’s OK. We can tough it out. We can live off the land. We can survive by our wits, our cunning, and our gold MasterCard.

Once we make it to the hotel I can start doing what I do love to do here in Florence – walk around. I have covered every inch of this town, and I never get tired of it. Alleys, streets, pathways – it’s all so inviting.

Adam is learning a lot already. We go to one of my favorite restaurants, the one where the bathroom is down around the corner, and he learns how to order food. This is a handy skill in any language.

It’s late evening when we arrive, and night comes early when you spent most of the day in an 18-inch seat, but we still manage a tour through the big piazzas before bed. I know we’ll sleep well.