We got to Amsterdam the next morning for our layover. We grabbed a sugared donut, an almond cookie, and a coffee (for D.Rough) and we were back on a plane for Florence, Italy. The public transportation at the Florence airport isn’t the most obvious for non-Italian speakers. We got a bit confused where to catch the bus to the central train station, and eventually had to ask at an information desk. Sadly my phone wasn’t working, as promised by Verizon and Blackberry, so we were without easy communication devices. Even then, it wasn’t clear when we went out to where the taxis and buses were lined up. D.Rough got sick of waiting since we had been traveling for quite some time and just made the executive decision to get on a random bus, pay the driver 8 euros, and sit down to wait and see where he took us. Thankfully, he took us to the correct train station.
Once there, we could figure out which direction to walk to get to our hotel. Google Maps told us it was approximately 15-17 minute walk from the train station to our hotel. And it was pretty accurate. D.Rough printed out the walking directions and I navigated the winding streets and alleys, past the Faragammo Museum (I will explain that later), and directly to our hotel.
Hotel La Scaletta was a really nice hotel. It has a nice internet terminal for its guests – you know, in case you need to send a nasty email to Verizon about your phone not working – a beautiful veranda with a “panoramic view” (and bar), and really nice rooms. You do have to leave your key with the receptionist when you go out though – a little weird, but we managed and didn’t have any problems returning to our room at night.
For those that don’t know, the reason we went to Florence was because D.Rough found a ring she fell in love with. I should write it in all caps, so you know what we’re talking about – a RING. She thought I was joking when I said we should go look at it before I send a random antique jeweler in Italy a bunch of money and hope we get something better than a gumball machine ring. So that’s why we were here. We had them hold it for a week or two while we made travel arrangements and got to Florence. Well, here we were…
We had walked past the antique jewelry shop ON the Ponte Vecchio on our way to the hotel, but we tried to pretend we weren’t excited. (We were.)(And terrified.)