So we all know I haven't posted for an entire week or two, by (not) doing so, I have broken my promise to update you on every single slice of detail of Florence, but in perfect honesty? I haven't been paying too much attention to what I have often heard described as the 'jewel of Italy', well, the one thing I did indeed notice other than this woman, is the smell! One would think that for a city of such a high standard of reputation, they'd have the decency to clean once in a while. Apparently not.
But alas, upon leaving my hotel room one morning, there she sat, having the most silly of arguments with a much more elderly family member, they were arguing about who would have a room with a view if one of them were to get it, or something amongst those lines, anyway, of course Father decided it would be best to dive in, and I wholeheartedly agreed that they should have had our rooms, but they argued something fierce about it, I didn't particularly understand the problem, it turned out it was the older woman named 'Charlotte' which was so adamant on refusing the room. Lucy just kept being shushed.
However, as hours turned to days, I found myself encountering this Lucy more and more, and every time I saw her, I could feel something changing within me, deepening to something I've never felt before, I think I may have to update you at a later date however, we're all going on a picnic up to the countryside. I've decided I'll tell her just how I truly feel. But how...? I don't know. I'll do what Father tells me to do; Be myself!
Until next time,
George.
