I loooove being in Florence again, even tho I am staying in the most cheapass place I've ever stayed in, with a chest of drawers that broke apart when I opened it, and even though a mean looking woman FELT ME UP at the Frankfurt Airport, and even though an Indian boy attached himself to me for many many blocks last night saying that my lips "look like flower." I also already broke my own vow and bought two pairs of shoes. Sigh. In half an hour a Renaissance expert shall meet me at my hotel and bookly adventures shall begin.