Catania. I'm unsure how to say it. Seriously. Do I put the emphasis on the “t”?? Or on the “nia”? I’ve been desperately trying to listen to how people pronounce it, but it seems to vary from person to person. Hmmm... Anyway… the flight from Geneva was relatively drama-free. No significant incidents... except that my phone was dying... but that ALWAYS happens. No big news story there. The flight was far from full... and because of it, I managed to snag myself a window seat.
WHO hands over their entire financial lifeline over... in Italy... the pickpocket capital of Europe... to a complete stranger? WHILE I'M STANDING ON THE ROAD DRINKING!!!
Me.
Apparently, me.
I spent the next ten minutes berating myself for committing what might (potentially) be the stupidest mistake of my entire travel career.
Rookie move. Classic me.
I was beyond ecstatic to see the Florence Duomo once again. Anyone who’s ever talked to me about travel knows that the Duomo in Florence is one of my all-time favourite places in the world. In fact, I call it one of my “Nessun Dormas.”
It fills me with such overwhelming joy and awe that I feel like Pavarotti should appear in the background, belting out the triumphant final chorus of Nessun Dorma. The power of that music perfectly captures what I feel when I see places like t