Buongiorno a Firenze!

Yesterday I woke up in my parents' house, nervous as crazy, because I was going away to Italy for half a year.
Today I woke up in Florence (Firenze) and everything is right.

What happened in between?
Well I figured out why I was so nervous, it wasn't the fear of flying, or getting lost, or not being able to enjoy myself... I was nervous, because I was afraid I wouldn't go. That somehow, right at the very end, something would happen and I would have to stay in Netherlands.

Not that I dislike my home-country  but I've been looking forward to going for such a long time. I wanted this since I was 20. So to finally live my dream is, literally, a dream come true.
Everything in the months, weeks, even days before departure, went smoothly. I couldn't believe it was really happening, until the plane was airborne. Through the tears I was laughing, I felt an immense joy spreading through my chest.

I've met my apartment-buddies, a girl who's name is Carolien (really!), she's 10 years younger and from Germany and a boy who's name is Jimmy and he's from Korea, didn't ask North or South. Carolien and I went out for dinner last night, and today I've been wondering around town. It was a very cozy 27 degrees, which made me wish I hadn't taken the shorts out of my bag. They had to go, because the suitcase was 1,5 kilo's too heavy for the airport check.  I've taken a few pictures with my phone, but I left my SLR in my room. Today was about getting to know the town. Trying different coffee places, haven't found the perfect one, just yet.

Tomorrow I start my first Italian lessons, in the morning.
In the afternoon I'm free to do some more sightseeing, coffeedrinking, getting-to-know people, etc.

Lots to do, lots to see... just... a lot...