My first time in Florence also happened to be only my second time out of the country—England with my parents and sister the first—and was with 15 of my high school classmates, my AP English teacher and a few moms (mine included). It was one of the best trips of my life, but 12 years and more than 100 countries later, I hardly remembered anything about my favorite Italian city.
I did know when I saw we were scheduled to dock in Livorno—just 100 kilometers from Florence—that we would be spending our two days in Italy in Florence. It made sense given the proximity—and the fact that 71.5 percent of our group had never been before.
I found us the most darling hotel right near the Duomo—the Tornabuoni Beacchi, for which we paid around $170 a night (including lackluster Wi-Fi and a breakfast feast)—and it embodied everything I love about the romance and architecture of Italy.
And once we checked in, we were out the door, ready for a wander. People ask me how I travel—meaning what’s the first thing I do in a place—and there’s honestly not much method to the madness. Eat, drink, photograph, wander. I love to get lost more than anything (provided I have a map to get me “found” again).
Apologies for my infrequency of posting these past few weeks. As noted before, I’m traveling on Enrichment Voyages as the Communications Coordinator, and Internet access is far less accessible—not to mention, completely unreliable—than I expected. The only means of communication I seem to be able to access regularly is Facebook, so please follow along in real time on the EV Facebook page, as well as my C&C Facebook page.