Friday, July 04, 2008
I am staying in a large apartment in Florence with three girls all less than half my age. They are extremely tolerant. The apartment is very pleasing, with mysterious stairways to nowhere. There are warnings not to tape things on the walls and not to run the clothes washer without turning off the air conditioner. How Italian!
The center takes for granted that we are young and inexperienced in the mysteries of Italy, even going so far as to forbid riding the elevator since it is assumed we know nothing of Italian elevators.