That Time I Walked to the Florence Airport

That Time I Walked to the Florence Airport

That Time I... is a (hopefully) weekly installment celebrating the unexpected and amusing that can happen when travelling. My first tale from a travel-sized life comes from Italy...

It was the end of a fabulous weekend in Florence, Italy. My boyfriend and I had spent two days living la dolce vita- taking in museums featuring some of the most famous pieces of art in the world, eating at amazing hole in the wall restaurants with handwritten menus, sharing a gelato while strolling cobblestone streets, haggling (poorly I might add) for leather goods in the city market...you get the idea.

I even got to catch up with a good friend who happened to be there travelling as well. We were all heading home around the same time early Sunday morning, so the three of us bunked up in our hotel after enjoying some Prosecco and Chianti for our last night out on the town.

Now, my boyfriend had picked the hotel, largely based on its proximity to the airport. Because we arrived at night, we took a taxi there, but determined that it was walkable for our morning departure. He studied some maps and said he 'discussed  it' with guy at the front desk who probably nodded when he heard the word "aeroporto," sealing the deal. I had my doubts, but went along his penny pinching plan.

Go on...save yourselves!

Go on...save yourselves!

Our 'walk' to the Florence Airport went something like this- After the sidewalk stopped about 500 feet from the hotel, we walked through lot full of abandoned vehicles, under several overpasses, through a field where rusted road signs went to die, through a hole in chain-link fence, not to mention several muddy ditches. I may have fallen down at some point, but at least all I had was a backpack- my friend had to drag her two weeks worth of stuff in rolling suitcase through the trail of tetanus.

We survived, but let's just say I was thankful my boyfriend and I weren't seated together on the flight out of Florence- it would have gotten real at 30,000 feet. And now there is a steadfast rule in our house...the only walking to the airport anyone is doing is through a covered walkway directly connected to the terminal.

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