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Biking Bolzano
With included spas and breakfast buffets, Mom did alright booking the Stadt Hotel in Bolzano. Wednesday morning started with mimosas, strudel, and fresh fruit before our bike ride.
What a ride it was. We passed hundreds of Italians biking and jogging on this calm, cloudy morning up to a fortress. To avoid paying the admittance fee, we looked around a castle to take a rest from our route. Ideally, the rest of my life entails jogging along the river with vineyard-covered mountains in the distance.
Bolzano, Italy

Some short hours after returning our bikes, we had arrived to Firenze.


 Ugly Americans
Lugging our suitcases from the station to our apartment became a struggle for my parents. Walking past the Duomo, Mom and Dad were more concerned with checking in than admiring the majestic church we crossed finding our accommodation. Eventually, we arrived at our flat just behind the Santa Croce.
Before dinner I picked up Elizabeth, an old family friend of my Dad. She had been traveling in Europe alone for a month and emailed me about meeting up. We welcomed her for dinner at the recommended restaurant, Acqua Al 2. Upon arriving, the hostess sat us next to four American women. We had finished ordering when the woman sitting at the end exclaimed her dissatisfaction from her food was arriving “too fast”. But who complains that their food is coming too fast? The rest of our meal we listened rants about the “bad service”. The madonna’s sister-in-law sitting next to me was noticeably embarrassed and apologized on her part.
Besides this “witch”, as my mom had described, our food was incredible. Suddenly by surprise, our waitress granted us another bottle of wine with compliments of the four women.
You can be a bitch if you pick up the wine bill.
Mom drank more than I had ever seen in my life. Already an abnormally happy person, she beamed and chattered all night long. To calm her down, I took my parents and Elizabeth to Gelateria de Neri, one of the best joints in Florence and down my street. I tried the chocolate fondant tasting like chilled Nutella. Completely full, satisfied, and tipsy, I sprawled out in my massive bed for a night of sweet dreams.

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