To whom it may concern,
Wow, this is late (Blog 3, BOOM!) As I've tried to make abundantly clear over the last several weeks, Europe and more specifically Florence, is absolutely beyond amazing; so much so that given to monetary security, I would live here indefinitely. Although I am not so endowed, others have felt similar, and some have even seized the proverbial notion of Manifest Destiny and made their dreams a reality.
There's a fantastic Irish pub in Santa Maria Novella Square called The Fiddler's Elbow. I am have become a regular patron of the non-alcoholic O'Doul's and shots of straight orange juice and have spent some time getting to know some of the bartenders there.
Simone is beautiful.
To elaborate, Simone is a beautiful bartender, a girl from Munich, Germany who has spent the last four years studying in Florence, and now that her tenure is coming to an end, she has decided to stay. Beautiful.
When I asked her what she was studying, her response made my heart skip a beat.
"I'm here in Florence painting."
Beautiful, cultured, and an artist? Marry me. She continued by saying that since Florence is literally the center of the art world, where else would be better for an aspiring painter? And I'll bet she didn't even expect to meet a handsome American cowboy like myself.
Theis is from Denmark, and after his study program ended, he decided to stay. For the last six years.
Is there hope for me yet? Doing the math in my head, the money issue seems the only thing impeding upon my dream. This time next year, I'll have my degree in journalism and political science, but when I ask my magic 8 ball if I'll still be bartending, it invariably displays the words "all signs point to yes."
Maybe I could bartend here while I write the next great American novel that will never be published.
From Oxford, With Love
Erich
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