VIP and a drunk

I made a quick stop home for a little lunch and saw a very handsome police officer chasing down my local drunk. This guy has sat outside my door everyday since I’ve arrived and it’s pretty evident he is “up to something”. A small guy, on a tall day maybe 4’11” and he just kinda hobbles along with a beer in his hand most of the time speaking with highly animated gestures. It isn’t really he that looks completely high all the time but his mates, which are dead give away.So the strapping Italian Polica checked his fanny pack and into the back seat he went with cuffs. The other guy walked because it looked like he only had some, suspiciously new things in his bag. The whole incident seemed to clear out the surrounding area of misfits.

One a more exciting note, I purchased my year pass to the Uffizi gallery and so now get to enter in a “special” door and I can go as many times as I want until December. It also allows me entrance into many more galleries and museums run by the state. I’m feeling a tad VIP with it. All thanks to Deb who sponsored my ticket! This photo is taken at the Bargello, the first museum I went into.

So this marks the end of my first week in Firenze. Each day I learn a whole slew of new ways to live the small moments of life. It’s

been so quiet, not literally but activity wise for me, that I’ve had time to see right in front of me all the things I’ve learned that are helping me now.

When I was around 22 and living with Ashley alone after my divorce I learned how to hang laundry on a line, and now I’m back at in but in my living room. All the foreign grocery stores I drug Teri into, well it’s really paying off now! Even all the techie stuff that so many of my friends made fun of is the very thing that is allowing me to stay connected to anyone right now. So yes, I’m having one of those distinct opportunities to see just how all those moments led to this…

Footnote: between the time I wrote this and am here posting, my lil drunk guy is out and back at it.