By Molly Curry
FLORENCE, Italy — As with most first experiences, I had some expectations about Florence, and of course, as with most first experiences, my expectations differed immensely from the actual events of the day. Thus, this blog post was born. I give you:
Expectation 1: I’ll try not to sleep the night before so that I can sleep most of the time during our 8-hour flight to Paris.
Reality: I didn’t sleep the night before OR on the plane. I think I am actually sleep-typing this blog post right now. Unclear.
Expectation 2: Whenever they serve food on planes in movies, it’s always really fancy like a full roasted chicken with gold shavings for the spices.
Expectation 3: I should wear cute shoes on the first day of walking around to make a good impression.
Reality: The only impression that anyone got of me was that I might have broken a limb recently, due to the excessive moaning and limping.
Expepctation 4: Getting around won’t be that hard, I’ll have a map and I am directionally gifted. I’ll be fine!
Reality: As it happens, I am actually directionally challenged. I haven’t even looked at a map since the invention GPS and now I have a lot of regrets.
Expectation 5: Our apartment will be perfect and I will have a gorgeous view out of my window.
So, after a grueling day of three different airports, two TSA pat downs and at least one time being hopelessly lost, international travel was not quite what I expected. But even though a lot of what happened today surprised me, I found that I was not perturbed by these surprises. They presented themselves as new challenges and I felt as though I rose, or at least, attempted to rise to them as best as I could. And in the end, that’s all that really matters. Now, at the embarrassingly early time of 9 pm, I must say goodnight to you, Florence. But don’t you worry, I’ll be back tomorrow.