Travel diaries
As tradition has stablished I picked up my mother in the airport next to Leipzig, went home, had a few beers. Next Monday we got into the car, and drove 7 hours to the south. This time we ended up spending a week in Florence.
My mother is something that is called an Italomaniac, she is totally in love with anything that comes out of Italy, bad or worse, she just has a talent to see good things there. Me on the other hand, I struggle there, it is always so hot, streets are always dirty. But being honest, I was impressed by Florence, the quality of the female tourist is A+. Even the gringas look good there… Maybe I just set for less.
The Dome is huge, monumentally impressive, massive, just gigantically huge… the work on the outside is taunting you not to go inside, and being honest you shouldn’t. I can imagine the directive board of the dark association we know as the Catholic Church back in the day spending millions of millions on the outside until they went over the budget several times… and they said… who cares how the inside looks like, most will stay outside…
