Who is 5 feet 11 from New York and happens to get the flu for the second time in two weeks?....This girl!!! I come to you on my death bed with a 101 degree fever. It has not even been a week since I landed in Florence--technically Bologna...no not Oscar Meyer deli meat but the actual Provence of Italy. We were forced to land there since there was too much fog at the airport in Florence. We then had to take a bus to get to Florence.
Anyway like I was saying it hasn't even been a week since I got to Florence and I am already knocking on deaths door. I feel absolutely miserable...I can't smell or taste the amazing meals that my host mom has been making. My Italian or lack there of sounds even worse muffled through coughs and a stuffy nose. Luckily there is a savior, an angel if I may. Her name is Analissa she comes in the form of my host mama. She constantly checks in on me bringing me tea and soup and checking my temperature. She is my saving grace. She plays the role as innkeeper, chef, pseudo mom, and currently nurse. Hopefully, I can describe more of Florence to you soon when I can finally go out and explore or when it is easier for me to type than to cough.