Armido woke me up around 1030. It was a little too early for me but I was still a bit drunk from the night before and I wanted to eat so I made myself get awake. I told him that we need to go to the market so I can make him a “colazione americana” I put on clothes and we left.
Hashbrowns, egg sandwiches and banana apple juice. It was fantastic.
Carola came and we left again to get some herb. FINALLY Armido kept saying “voglio fare tutto.. vomitare, schoreggiare, mangiare” (I want to do everything.. vomit, fart, eat) he never makes sense but we love him anyway.
After we got really, really, really high. I could barely speak Italian I just kept staring into space and laughing when they’d ask me a question. Armido was acting very strange (well not really strange, quite normal for his personality) and saying that we should try to cry and that maybe we should try for an hour and see if we can succeed in doing it. We just kept laughing and saying that he was crazy. I really can’t understand him sometimes.
We decided in the direction of Parco delle Cascine but as always we never actually do what we plan to do. We ran into a Communist barbeque/concert on our way so we stopped there for a little bit to listen to “Bella Ciao” and smoke a cigarette. It was full of people in red.. children, famililes, old people. It was so strange.
We went to a little park a couple bridges down from Ponte Vecchio after. There were so many old people walking around, we had no idea why. It was like they were all a part of some club or something. I made a joke that they should thank me for bringing them to the poppin’ spots in Florence. We stood in some long grass and watched the Arno river for a bit before leaving again to find a gelato (we didn’t end up getting that gelato either)
We then decided to walk along the river towards Piazza Michelangelo. The trees and plants alongside the sidewalk were blooming like crazy. It was absolutely breathtaking. I don’t know how much flowers Armido gave me to smell and put in my hair. We were stoned and happy, surrounded by flowers and sunlight. It was perfect.
We hailed a bus on half way there to get to the Piazza quicker. We got a couple of panini before going to a random garden I noticed while looking at the view in the piazza.
The garden had just opened that day for the spring season. It wasn’t very crowded and there was a lot of space to lay out in the sun. The garden overlooked the entire city. It smelled of pine and nectar. We took off our shoes and spent a few lazy minutes laying in the grass together.
This really weird man went past us and sat near this other couple. He looked like a mad scientist (thin clown hair, glasses, crocs, you know) and was carrying a cardboard box with only newspaper in it. He took one of the newspapers out and sat on it for like two minutes before getting up to leave again. It didn’t seem like he knew what the hell he was doing.
After the weird dude, we decided it was time again to smoke. On our way out of the garden we came across the most precious little boy. His dad was helping him climb up the stairs, he must of been less than two years old. He started mimicking what Armido and I were singing behind him (na na na na hey hey hey goooodbyee, thank you Remember the Titans) and at one point he left his parents to try and run towards us. He had the biggest smile, I’ve never seen a child more wonderful.
We said goodbye to the beautiful garden and went to find a quiet spot to smoke up. We started zig zagging down from Piazza Michelangelo and found some benches to sit on. We smoked at the benches and then some other benches further down the hill, and then some others. One spot had a cute koi bond. There was only 3 kois but it was cool anyways.
Armido was high as shit and did a couple spectacles for us, sometimes when we really just wanted him to shut the fuck up. He sang some songs, we did a video and he kept saying things that were ridiculously obvious (Signore Ovvio) That’s our Armido.
We followed the river back to Piazza Signoria to get some water from the public fountain there. We sat and smoked with our waters and watched yet another spectacle of a dad and his two daughters. The 2 girls were about five years old and fucking hilarious. They kept yelling at their dad “feminuce!”(feminine) and booger! and the best one, “mostro fatto di pepe!” (you’re made of pee) so that he would chase and tickle them. It was adorable. I never saw myself as being a mom but after seeing the adorable laughing boy and these two girls today it made me remember how truly special kids are.
After we finally decided to go home to make some dinner. I took what I had in the house and made a “cena americana” for Armido and Carola. We had cornbread, mashed potatoes, tomato in olive oil and carrots with bread cumbs. It was bomb. We ate, drank and felt amazing.
Now we are getting ready to go out for the night at Santo Spirito. I told them that since we had such a “bella giornata” that our luck can’t continue on in the night. Which more or less means, I’m probably going to be hungover tomorrow. Everything was worth it, what a beautiful day.