From Rome, Bernd, Pat and I took the train to Florence. Funny how it's the little things that you remember, or enjoyed the most. Like, the view from our train as we left Rome, passing dozens of apartment buildings, with every window sporting a line of laundry. Or discovering a hidden little square, just down the street from our hotel, that felt like we were in a Fellini movie when we walked through it in the evening. I had my first cup of "caffe correcto" (coffee with a shot of grappa) there. Grappa is like drinking firewater, but in coffee, well, it was a truly Italian experience, and one that I enjoyed and remember.