We're here because we're here because we're here because... we're here!
We arrived from Bologna yesterday midday and sweated our sunny way over to Milligan and Milligan, our rental agents, only to find that our landlord was still on vacation and was not expecting to return until after 3. Ah well - so gnocchi and pizza were had at the OK Bar (that's the name, not a judgement) on the corner of Via dei Servi and Via degli Alfani. (I thought I remembered Steve blogging that he really liked this place - and he's right, their food is quite good, and reasonably priced!)
After pranzo (lunch) we headed back to Milligan and Milligan to gather our things and take a taxi to our new place.
Let me just take a moment out here to thank Steve most enthusiastically for leaving a wonderful bag of books, maps, bus passes, and tourist guides for us at Milligan and Milligan! Between that, and his eminently useful Florence guide (which he provided to us free!) we are inundated with a wealth of terrifically useful information. I do have to insert a small pout here that he and his lady wife Susan moved from Florence to Paris before we got here, but hopefully our paths will cross in the future. (And, when you're done with me, you should definitely go check out his blog on their experiences in Florence, Siena, and now Paris.)
Anyhoo, back to ME ME ME. (or, well, US US US.)
Our taxi dropped us off right in front of our new home, where we waited.
After about 45 minutes of listening to "oh god oh god oh god what if they don't come and we have to sleep in the goddamn street on our first night in Florence" Husbear trundled resignedly off to find a payphone and call our landlord's cell phone. Of course, not a minute after he left, our landlord and his wife came running around the corner competely out of breath and apologetic. They helped me carry our bags up the two flights of stairs to our apartment, and when Husbear got back Carlo gave him an extremely thorough tour of the premises.
We have a three-page single-spaced list of the contents in here, people. And Husbear and Carlo went through the whole thing, along with meter-reading and hot-water heating and how to start the gas stove without burning your hand. And how the keys work (which is actually a good thing, since I'm pretty sure our door could stop the invading hordes in their tracks).
After they left, we fell over for a little while.
Today, we took pictures, since we thought there might be interested parties...
Once you make it through the street-level door, there are 44 steps up to the apartment, which is on the 3rd floor (what the Italians would call the second floor).
Entering our apartment, you face a long hallway with the hall kitchen immediately in front.
Currently, the washing machine is on the fritz, but it should be fixed by next week. We found a supermarket today and bought bananas and butter and dish soap and toilet paper and eggs, which come in packs of 10. The supermarket's store brand is called "clever", so we bought 10 clever eggs. An argument for veganism if I've ever heard one.
On your right immedeately through the front door is the bathroom. I took this picture standing in the tub looking back towards the hallway.
We have a bidet! I hear they're great for keeping wine and fruit cold. (Just kidding, in case any of you think I'm some special kind of idiot.)
To your immediate left as you walk in is our dining/living area. The dining room has a loft on top of it with a twin bed, and the living room has a red futon in it that you can barely see in the pictures which does fold out into some sort of bed-like thing.
The dining room also opens onto a small balcony, from which you can sorta see the top of the Duomo if you crane your neck and believe really, really hard. (I swear it's there, but it's much too small to photograph.)
Angling slightly right from here, you will see the living room and a startled Husbear.
That window overlooks the street below and a bar, which appears to be rather a hotspot at night... a little on the loud side, shall we say? Earplugs may be a necessity, all of you wanting to visit; though when it cools down a little, we'll probably want to be keeping the windows closed anyway. Fascinating.
To the left of the dining room is our bedroom, which is currently a balls-out mess since we weren't quite done unpacking when I took these pictures.
We have a wonderful amount of storage space, for people who didn't really bring much of anything. That white armoire, or whatever, on the far side of the room is the largest piece of furniture I've ever seen. Remind me not to buy lots of things to fill it up that will later have to be mailed home, 'kay?
So, back out to the living/dining area to check out our loft. I took this picture from the middle of the living room.
The loft is really like having an extra bedroom, though it isn't entirely private.
It has its own cabinet-based storage space, and lighting, and little window, and bed and desk. It's actually a pretty nice setup, once you get up the very steep laddery stairs.
So, now that I've completely bored you to tears with my most likely completely incomprehensible apartment tour (and if it didn't make sense, you'll just have to come see it for yourself - not you, crazy internet stalkers) how about I distract you with a gnoccho con rucola, mozzarella, e pomodorini that we shared for an antipasti before dinner tonight at Trattoria Pallatino? (ooh, long sentence.)
So, tomorrow off to Ikea, if we can figure out how to get there, and also to the Mercato Sant'Ambrogio near our house to stock up on vegetables and fruits and breads and such. Hopefully we will take pictures and get them up here, but lord knows how long our internet will hold out. Try not to read this too hard, since we don't want to jog the internet loose, okay?
Loves to all of youse!