And after spending the last weekend in Rome, I was able to enjoy some more Florentine specialties this week.
On Monday night for my Cultural Literacy course, my professor brought our class out to what he considered to be some of the best pizza in the entire city. There was definitely some hesitation when he let us know that the name of the restaurant was “Pizza Man” and not something a little more authentic sounding, but the final product definitely held it’s own against some of the best options we’ve tried so far.
“Pizza has never been excluded from any group for socioeconomic reasons,” said my professor to the class. “Since it’s creation, everyone has enjoyed pizza. From the very rich to the very poor.” Considering how poor I feel after every new trip booked, this made me feel especially better.
Later on in the week though, my quest for total cultural immersion took one giant leap past pizza into the Teatro del Maggio Musicale Fiorentino. That’s right, on Tuesday night I went to the opera.
The songs and presence on stage throughout the story - at points there were over 50 people on stage at once - were more than I ever could have expected from such a show. It was also a lifesaver to have English and Italian subtitles scrolling across the top of stage for the entire show, without which the show may have gone way too over our heads.
But at the risk of rambling on in this week’s post, let me just throw some quick points to further round out the shape of my most recent Tuscan week:
- Tonight my roommates and I are planning on staying up until the early morning hours to not let a six hour time difference get in the way of watching the Super Bowl. Many red bulls and late night espressos will be had.
My next few weekends in Europe will bring me farther into my travels elsewhere in Italy and throughout the continent including the Swiss Alps next weekend, Amsterdam the weekend after that, and then Venice for as much Carnivale fun we can get our hands on.
Sometimes it really seems crazy to me how antsy my friends and I get to leave Florence and explore. After travelling so far away from home and settling down in a new city only a few weeks ago, the itch to travel is coming out strong, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
I’d like to close with another line my Cultural Literacy professor dropped on our pizza night out. In talking about pizza’s history, he admitted that the history of its creation is a little murky (The French and Greeks may also have some claim). The Italians may not have been directly involved with inventing it, but that wasn’t really a worry to him.
“Italians may not have actually invented pizza. But like everything else, they certainly made it better.”
Arrivederci for now.
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