The seven story museum of pots, the one and only original copy of the David and the leather love affair.

Hello all!! This weekend was one for the books, so strap in and get ready. The last time I blogged was Friday night, and that was the night we planned our three months here in Rome. After I blogged that night, I thought it was going to bed due to the fact that we had to be up at 7:30am for an all day tour of 7 story museums containing nothing but pots from ancient Etruia made by the Etruscans. That was not the case. My gal pals and I like to talk. No I'm sorry, we love to talk. About everything and anything. We sat in my room the night before and talked until 4:30am. For no apparent reason. So as anticipated, Saturday was a doosy. We were shaken awake by the booming sound of crashing thunder and lightening. Our room was pitch black and the rain was so loud it sounded like our shower was on. Haley and I were like, "LOL no way we are walking through this today." But nevertheless, we got ready and braved the storm to get a much-needed cappuccino at Pascucci's. As we watched the storm while sipping our cups of joy, we once again thought there was not a chance in hell we were going. Despite our optimistic thinking, we went. And we went hard. We walked three miles in the pouring rain only to stop in a square for another ten minutes and kinda listen to my Art History professor tell me about some building. Here's the thing. I couldn't tell you a thing about the freaking building. I can, however, tell you how many times I contemplated faking some sort of medical emergency to get out of it. From there we dragged our soaking butts up a hill to get the the museum. The museum of pots. Not kidding. Seven floors. Five hours. Looking at pots. No food. No sitting. No mercy. I had never been so tired in my entire life. I remember saying to my tour group "I'm not even hungover" and feeling horrible for anyone who was. After that they took us through some tomb and some garden of history.  I'm not entirely sure because my mind blocked it out of my memory as a coping mechanism. There was a point when I started thinking about laying down on the floor of the museum. By the time we got out of there we just wanted food. Any food. We were so desperate we actually walked into a Hard Rock Cafe. I'm gonna say that one more time for the people in the back. We are in Rome and we almost ate a HARD ROCK CAFE. By the grace of God, there was no room for us. At the time, I honestly thought I was going to cry. Looking back, it was probably a blessing in disguise. Instead we stopped for shitty pizza. It did the trick. We walked back to the hotel and slept like babies until we went to our fav restaurant (Tony's, HOLLLA) in Trastevere. Then we came back and figured out our plans for the next day. My friends became biffles with the guy at the front desk and he gave us some tips for traveling and not being American idiots, so we set our alarms for 7:30am and hoped for the best. We successfully got ourselves up and to the train and to Florence. We were feeling pretty confident until we took one step outside and said, "OK..... what now?" We turned on our heels and bought the single most valuable item we have ever bought ever. A map of Florence. At the time, we didn't realize how small Florence is. So we decided to just take a cab to our first destination and get our bearings. Our first destination was the Galleria del Accademia to see the David. The real one. The one and only original copy of the David created by Michelangelo. None of us are really sure how this happened, but as soon as we walked up there was a man from the museum waiting there and we were like "oh is this the line for the David?" and he was like "Yes, if you have a reservation for a tour. If you don't, you can buy one now for 25 euro and skip the two hour line and have a tour by an English speaking art historian. It starts in twenty minutes." Choir of angels. We truly believe this was good karma for enduring the museum of pots torture the day before. Anyways, the tour was actually amazing. I learned so much about Michelangelo and how he worked and how INCREDIBLE he was. However, the most memorable part of the tour was when I entered the room where the David was kept. I will never forget the way my jaw actually dropped when I saw the magnificent piece of art work draped in beautiful white light. It was the single most impressive thing I have ever seen in my entire life.The detail and perfection was breath taking and I would suggest to anyone that is should be on your list of things to do before you die. After that we walked around in a state of awe and starvation. We stopped at a cafe down a little alleyway where nothing was in English (that's always a good sign). It was a fabulous little lunch of cappuccino and caprese sandwich. From there, we walked around more and saw more cool and famous stuff and then.... we went shopping. A dream of mine has been to own a genuine made in Italy fabulous leather bag in Florence. Today, that dream came true. It was love at first sight and I am actually obsessed with it. Its black with camel straps and details and everything about it is beautiful and perfect. I love love love it. I also feel really cool about knowing the inside knowledge of how to shop for leather and not get ripped off. After one of the greatest days, we headed home. All in all, it has been quite the eventful weekend and I couldn't be happier I am here.