aesthetic [es-thet-ik]
pertaining to a sense of the beautiful or to the science of aesthetics; having a sense of the beautiful; characterized by a love of beauty; pertaining to, involving, or concerned with pure emotion and sensation as opposed to pure intellectuality
Synonyms include: artful, artistic, creative,

"Aesthetic" is one of my favorite words. It means being concerned with how the beauty of something affects how you feel over what you think. Florence, a mecca of all things art, is the perfect place to experience such beauty.

Mission #6 - Live among the Florentines - Part 1

Point of Origin - Venice, Italy
Destination - Florence, Italy

I believe this was train ride #5 for us. From Venice to Florence, 3 hours on the EuroStar was time enough to prepare ourselves for the next 5 days in a new city. At this point, we've grown accustomed to train travel. Everyone knows where they have to sit (certain people can't face the opposite direction of the train's run), how much time they have to nap/watch movies, and at what point before arrival we have to get ready to haul our luggage off the train.
We took 2 taxis on this rainy day to our apartment, 63 Via de la Pergola, situated nicely in the middle of...well, everything. 4 flights of stairs later (don't even ask how we got all that luggage up there. We just thought up a "system"), we had arrived in our new home for the week.
We were met at the front door of the building by Gabriela. She's kind of like the caretaker of the place. Anytime we had a problem, we would call her. Nice lady, spunky as hell.Cile grated parmesan cheese in her scarf and beanie. We couldn't figure out how to adjust the temperature in the apartment that first night and she was freezing. The next morning we woke up at 3:30 am because it was hot as hell!
After walking all over the area around our apartment in search of a grocery store ("Scusi, dov e che un supermercato?") we sat down and had our feast. Cooking dinner in our own kitchen, eating in our own dining table and washing dishes in our own sink was just the nicest feeling. For the first time, I think, we felt really at home in this foreign place that had been so welcoming to us already.
Our first order of business on our first full day in Florence was to go to the Uffizi Museum. It's this huge place of paintings galore! I honestly didn't expect to get so much out of this museum visit, but my journal would prove otherwise. Here's Randy, Pat and Kay making fun of my head tilt. I just do it unconsciously in pictures. It's like a nervous tick. Kay demonstrating one of the Korean words we learned: HAJIMA! Which means, "STOP IT!"
This is the Ponte Vecchio, which literally means, "old bridge." It crosses the Arno River and is a strada of jewelry shops and stands. The bling on that avenue is wow!
I love hallways and archways, etc. This is a hallway which leads to the Ponte Vecchio. You should see all the writing on the wall. It's kind of crazy to see what people have passed through the very same way.
After a snack at a cafe (gotta feed the hungry American tourists), we stopped at the Boboli Gardens. We figured it'd be a nice place to visit, see some greenery, take some pictures, just chill.
We walked around the property, and came upon this staircase on the side of a building so we climbed up wondering, hmm, what's up here? When we got to the top we were blown away by the view. We were seriously shocked because we didn't expect to encounter such beauty. Seong was like, "What is this place! SOMEONE MAKE OUT WITH ME!" hahaha!

On top of this building, which looked like it could've been a house, was a most beautiful view of Florence; knolls and hills on one side, a thriving metropolis on the other.
Around and around we walked, through angled pathways and bamboo canopied-hallways like the one above. It was very easy to feel displaced in these gardens; not so much physically lost. Actually, now that I think about it, to resound the theme of this entry - it felt more like being aesthetically found. We came into this foreign land, whose citizens speak a different language, where food is prepared with swift but reverent quality and where the lay of the land is a bit estranged. Yet, somehow we found ourselves visitors no longer. Instead realizing just how big the world is - and that we are part of it.

I call this shot, "J.Crew fall catalog 2006."

I fell in love with autumn while I lived in Washington, DC. No other season brings about such multi-colored foliage. And lucky me, to be standing in the middle of the Boboli Gardens in Florence, Italy, under these beautiful trees whose leaves rained upon its walkers ever so gently... Just kidding. That was Pat and Seong throwing leaves at me. hahaha! It took 5 or 6 shots because they were having the toughest time catapulting the leaves high enough to achieve a falling sensation. No wonder we spent 2 hours in the gardens!

Finding sculptures to imitate was also a fun activity for us. If only we had the props.Hmmm, more jumping shots. You'd think that by day 6 we'd be sick of doing this. But we were fueled by location and opportunity. Can't resist jumping in the middle of this star at the end of the long path behind us.

There was even a chain there, just inviting a jumprope picture to be taken. Check out the amused tourist in the background.

Gelato break before the next mission...

Mini-Mission #6a - Get to the top of the Duomo

Santa Maria del Fiore, more commonly known as the Duomo. There's like 50 Duomos in Italy. Haha! This is one of the grandest ones.
Inside is a great dome where a fresco gives observers an idea of what to expect should you find yourself in heaven, purgatory or hell. It looks daunting from the ground, but when we got up there to see it up close, the images were nothing short of disturbing and threatening. Randy was like, "I know we joke around about going to hell, but....I DON'T WANNA GO THERE." hahaha! We might as well stop talking, Randalf. Hahaha!

The churches (though I can hardly describe this place a mere "church") aren't populated by pews from front to back.

The inside is just like a great big room, where floors are tiled in intricate geometric designs and walls are occupied by gigantic biblical interpretations.

We stood by the entrance (while Cile attempted to sing a version of a song with her own lyrics. "You are to me, what open dreams try to say with its words...). 463 steps? Really? Do we have it in us? Finally we figured, how often are we going to have this chance to climb to the top of this magnificent Basilica? ANDIAMO! (Let's go!)

The way to the top was a series of narrow, circular staircases, steep flights of stone stairs and a heaving bunch of tourists.

But we were determined! Sprint, you lazy Americans! Up the stairs you go!

We each got to the top of the final flight of stairs, caught our breath and then saw THIS view. It was a 360 degree view of Florence. We came all the way up here, we thought, so WE'RE GOING TO STAY AS LONG AS WE WANT TO! So what did we do on top of the Duomo for an hour?

Well, I wrote in my journal...we took pictures...
...Pat sketched...

...and DUH...WE JUMPED!
WE MADE IT!

We rewarded ourselves later that evening with a tasty dinner at this Osteria where the chef looked 17 and the waiters watched an Italian version of "Survivor" while we ate.

We were loving Florence...