When I opened my eyes after a delightful night's sleep, it occurred to me that this is pretty good living -- a four-poster bed, in a 16th-century monastery, a block from Michelangelo's David, with a farmers market going on just outside my window on the most venerable Renaissance square in Florence (Piazza S. S. Annunziata).
Spontaneity looks awfully daring and fabulous in the movies, but I'm one of those travelers who'd really rather know she has a place to crash before arriving in a foreign destination. If that tweaks your carefree style, my apologies -- but sometimes a little peace of mind makes a tiny bit of planning totally worthwhile.
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