The HAUNTED Hotel: Ok maybe not really haunted, the wifi was just weird.
Next, we arrived at the Galileo 2000 Hotel. You heard that right. All I could think of was the Nimbus 2000 from Harry Potter and wondered what we were in for. The concierge was a very chatty man who liked to share his opinion on American politics. Fortunately, he had the same disdain for a certain recently defrocked President who incited a riot on the capital. Anyway, the hotel itself was very strange. Our rooms were connected and we had a hallway to ourselves. This was the tip of the oddity iceberg. Upon closer examination, it would appear that the wi-fi would only work in a specific corner of the room. While the name of the hotel suggests a sci-fi feel, it was actually like an old farmhouse. A large rustic table was featured downstairs for family-style meals as well as the 2 comfy beds and a couch in our room. I thought I had received the short end of the stick when my brother Ronan had called dibs on the 2nd bed, leaving me to sofa city. In fact, as it turned out, the couch was the sole area of the room where the wi-fi worked–but only if I held my device up to the wall. My arms got tired but at least I could take down some chumps in Smash Bros. with Dark Pit. Ronan was convinced the place was haunted and I kept jokingly agreeing even though I knew it wasn’t. However, I was in a country of the ancients–so anything’s possible.
Dawn of the 2nd day
It was time to decide where we wanted to visit first, it was a toss-up between Ufizi and the Davido or Boboli Gardens, and we decided on Boboli Gardens, and it was simply fantastic. Ronan and I wanted to play tag and even had this fantasy scenario where we convinced a hundred people to play tag or hide and seek in this giant garden. That would be something.
Since the Gardens were so incredibly large, it would seem our second day was over. But later, since we had a bit of time before we moved out to Sienna, my dad and I would visit the Duomo, we had to go up and down around 900 steps, and I hit my head on some stone, darn architects. I am taking this as a compliment of my height because the people were so much shorter when the Duomo was constructed.
Lo sapevate? (Did you know?)
The Davido is a 500-year-old statue sculpted out of a single piece of carerra marble by the artist Michelangelo. In the early 1990s a crazed artist smuggled a hammer into the Ufizi and smashed one of the Davido’s toes. He was said to be mentally ill and was a frustrated artist who was seriously jealous over the perfection of this toe representation. This is just insane that someone did this. On many levels. The toe has since been repaired.
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