Those words pretty much say it all. Mendy was here and pubs visited, late night dance clubs found. Ah, the beauty of the night. And the lively accoutrements that surround dark hours. When I do leave, I think I'll shed a tear or two over the loss of food and wine. I'd stay for the food and wine.
Beyond the night life, we did what I do in the spare time of weekends. Walk the day away and say wow a lot. We took a taxi up to the Piazza de Michelangelo (that has a nice view and a fake David) and then slowly wound down the hill into the Oltarno neighborhoods. Cameras. Water. Strategy. I was beginning to forget what it felt like to be a tourist here. Then the shopping; I was in need of a light jacket. Mendy convinced me to not buy the 300 euro one. An argument I was glad she won when I found one for almost as good for 49.
But the conversations won the prize of the weekend. Mendy has been a long time friend and the visit reminded me of what I love about the states — friends and family. Everyone of my close friends are so different — from the world and from each other it is easy to revel in the myriad perspectives. Sometimes I wish I could write the story of my friendships; but perhaps that is one story best appreciated in life and off of paper.