With arrangements made, I hop the tram back to the airport to meet Nimish and bring his luggage back to the hotel. We hop a bus for Boboli and enjoy some time walking through the gardens. It's insanely hot, though, so it's a brief visit.
Next, we walk through this side of town, and cross Ponte Vecchio, headed to Grom, a gelato place Nimish remembers from his prior trip. It's great, and keeps us going long enough to collect our bags and car and make the drive to our new accomodations. But first, we make the drive with only a few errors and practically no fearing for our lives. Google immediately attempts to get me to drive into a traffic limited zone, which I don't, but I'm sure it will get more chances.At Nerbona, one building houses a set of apartements, and a second building is a small private home. David and Karen are in that one, and their party, as we continue to filter in, fills the apartments. Each has it's own name, and mine is Forno 1: Oven 1. The entrance is away from all the other apartments, and I have a small table outside to write and eat first breakfast at for the rest of the week.
A few people are ahead of us, but David and Karen's flight is delayed. We spend a relaxing afternoon poolside, a relaxing dinner catching up, and as the evening progresses, eventually the happy couple arrives. Some more guests will get in the following couple of days, but for now we all need a good night's sleep.
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