OO Firenze where do I begin, my home. My favorite part of my pensione was waking up to a italian man singing at the top of his lungs. Since I had no air, I slept with my window open every night. In America it is almost impossible for me to willingly get up at 7 am, but here, I want to soak up every moment that I can. The place in Florence to... Read More (0 Comments)