blonde or brunette?

my goodness, i'm in love with florence!!

it's an amazingly beautiful city with so much character and so much to see!! it's very friendly, the gelato is AMAZING and there's no possibility of "bad food". awesome.

i went to see the david yesterday...people talk a lot about this thing, so it's been built up quite a lot in my head, but i was far from disappointed. it's really incredible, almost takes your breath away. it makes you wonder how michaelangelo did it...the man was talented...more so than anyone else in his field, but the real question that needs to be answered is, if david were real, would he have blonde or brown hair? i say blonde. i don't know why, but it just seems appropriate. boy would he be a looker! all the girls that i talked to that have seen the sculpture get this dreamy look in their eyes and usually follow it up with "he's hot." one girl figured that michaelangelo had to have been gay because there's no way he could have created something that beautiful if he weren't. hahaha...hilarious.

but seriously though...florence...belisimo! i could easily be happy just wandering the streets all day, walking in and out of museums, snacking on gelato, walking along the river banks. i think i need to watch "under the tuscan sun" again when i get home. there's something magical about this place.

tomorrow though, i leave and head south to rome. i'm really excited to see the ancient city...hopefully it will be as enjoyable as it has been here.

side note: italy's been the coldest place i've been to yet...seems like the further south i go, the colder it gets...doesn't make any sense to me, but i guess it just means layer up or head north?

i've only got a little over 2 weeks left of travel and...i'm torn. i'm sick of living out of a backpack, and it does get tiring finding a new place to stay almost every night, but i've become quite accustomed to my lazy life of looking at beautiful things and wandering aimlessly through storied cities. ahhhh....

speaking of looking at beautiful things...i was hanging out in the piazza republica, doing a little drawing, thinking and chillin, when this guy came and sat down next to me. he was speaking italian at first so i did the, uhhh...sorry, i don't speak italian thing, but then he switched to english. he was friendly enough at first but then he moved on to the, so, i'm from india and i'm trying to find a girlfriend. his story: he's been in italy for 2 years, working for a telecom service and according to him, italian girls want nothing to do with indian men, etc. etc. i told him that i had a boyfriend (clearly) and wished him luck and all, but then he started on his speech: "see, i like american girls because they always speak true. italian girls always speak false. they tell you they have a boyfriend and the really don't. i trust you, you're honest. you have beautiful eyes. like paris hilton. but for me, paris is number 2 and you are number 1." hahahahahahaha oh my goodness, he was so full of it!! it was really funny though, but i had to soon take my leave and wished him luck on finding a girl. so much for being an honest american.