Brutal and beautiful (Arrival in Florence)

Before I let myself sleep, and the sun lit the green fields of Tuscany, I wrote. With my sleep deprived state I gave insult to the common comer until my thoughts were all down. Though I had been in Italy for a week, it felt as no time had passed, and wondering weather or not I should of got on this train. Rome I feel will always have a special place in my heart, dynamic with excitement around every corner and pleasant with memories of association. For better or worse I found myself in Florence.
Around the corner from the train station was my hostel. Over the next few day I became quite great friends with my room mate Tony, a Brit who had organised to work at the hostel for two weeks as a cheep way of seeing Tuscany.
We strode into town that night, it wasn't long before we saw the dome of the cathedral raise from the city center. The level of detail in the construction and decoration of the Duomo is fantastically imminence; there must be over a thousand cravings just on the outside, and no inconsistency of quality, no matter the heights reached, and has been one of my personal architectural favorites so far!
Close by the statue of David by Michelangelo stands, carved with such superb definition you can see, the veins that rise slightly from the back of his hands, the nearby area hosts a further array of statues, bronze and marble, depicting many scene, brutal and beautiful.
We then continued to Leonardo's lookout, that winds up the side of one of the nearby mountains. It is a remarkable view across the red orange roofs of Florence, whether by day or lit up by the city lights. There is also a club next to the look out, that looked like a lot of fun, but unfortunately a white Tee and jeans was not going to cut it for entry. However, we did check out a recommended a pub, on tap they had a British beer called Dragoon, sharing the colour and taste of molasses. After the flavour shock of the first sip, it was quite delicious, and dangerously alcoholic. A couple of drinks later, you get hit with the alcoholic metaphorical form of a sledgehammer, great fun; but the hangover the next day had hit Tony for six.

The next night, I stayed up quite late again, this time the only beverage that I drank way to much of was tea, and wrote a different kind of journal entry.

And the truth just seems so fresh
I'm just being me no need to impress
I digress I still fiend for respect
I guess I got to do my best to keep
myself a little in check
When you got what you need
just some food and a bed
You see your pockets aren’t as deep as it gets
I'm overseas, my apologies if
this seems arrogant, please believe
that is not my intent
A few epiphanies change my perspec-
tive, one life so I'll give it my best
The achievement is in love not the sex
That line between the song and the text
Still doing things for the the fuck of it
Never the less I feel a little

More mature in a sense.