We were wiped the next day. And I mean wiped. We had these grand plans of waking up early and being the first in line to the Uffizi in the morning. Let's just say that didn't happen.
Leb woke me up at 7 so that we could make it to the museum by 8:45. I woke up, staggered to the shower, got myself dressed, and seeing that Tim and Jess weren't up and going yet, decided to lay back down in bed until they were. Logical, right? If you know me at all, that was Leb's first mistake. Never let me go back to bed after you've gotten me up.
What felt like 15 minutes later was actually two hours. Leb had let us all sleep while patiently waiting for us to wake up. But by 11:30, he was ready to go. Round two of the wake ups began and this time we were all up and out the door.
We had purchased the Firenze Card the day before, and it allowed us access to a lot of the galleries and museums throughout the city. Not only that, we got to skip A LOT of the lines. We walked past the two hour wait for drop-in visitors at the Uffizi and right to the second door for our pass. We waited 5 min before getting into the gallery. Buy. The. Card.
I won't bore you with the details of the Uffizi. You can't take photos, and you guys aren't here for an Art History lesson. If you haven't been, all I can say is GO. It's my favorite museum in Italy. As an Art Historian, I'm a bit biased, but as a student of the Italian Renaissance, I'm totally biased. I could write multiple posts about the pieces in that gallery, their historical importance, and their impact on me. But again, I won't bore you. If you're really interested, send me an email or grab a cup of coffee with me sometime. But, Cimabue, Giotto, Botticelli, Da Vinci, Michelangelo, Caravaggio, Gentileschi....ok, I'm done. But, ahhh!
After the Uffizi we walked over to Santa Croce. I hadn't been in this church last time and was excited to see the tombs of Dante, Michelangelo, Galileo, and Machiavelli. Can you imagine spending eternity with those guys?! The church was breathtaking, but I was particularly struck by Michaelangelo's tomb. I was mesmerized buy the three figures of Painting, Sculpture, and Architecture mourning the loss of their master. It's one of the more touching tombs I've seen.
We capped off the day with a stop at the Museo del' Duomo and saw Ghiberti's Doors of Paradise and one of Michaelangelo's Pietás. On the way home we grabbed fresh pesto, gnocchi, tortellini, bread, pecorino cheese, salame, and a couple bottles of wine. We played Euchre into the evening while patrons at the restaurant below dined the night away. Oh Florence, how I love you.