Mornings in Florence are much different than let’s say a place like Slippery Rock. In Florence, the first thing you wake up to is the bells of Giotto ringing through your ears, mimicking the pulse of deep heart beats. Your nose breaths in the city’s life filled with fresh baked pastries and hot creamy cappuccino. That alarm clock of yours is useless, let the city take you in like a little orphan. It may seem that this rich city is a bit hectic, but get lost in all of its beauty. Since getting lost is the first step in searching for yourself. It is impossible to go search for yourself while sitting in your apartment. I mean, it’s clear that you know where you are at. So let loose and live a little.
   Exploring takes a wondering eye, like the great navigators that stumbled upon the Americas. For my free day in Florence my group and I were planning on going to go to the Boboli Gardens. This plan shifted, since we were even trying to save the lint in our pockets. Like Moses and his followers we walked a bit aimlessly then stumbled upon the Museo Zoologico La Specula. Our thriftiness was pleased with only having to forkout 6 hard earned dollars. 
     Odder than the museum itself, the place was practically empty. Hundreds of piercing eyes stared straight at you. From reptilian species to a vast number of flying creatures, these eyes were piercing. They lay captured, trapped, embarked around a dirty glass window. I for one found it amazing and could just imagined a smoking rusty musket ball penetrating the beating heart of a gazelle in the heart of Africa. Only for the little guy to be skinned alive, stuffed and placed in some rich Guy’s house until it was donated some time later. Your imagination of animals running through your dreams can easily have been hunted down and slaughtered just to be studied and framed. It amazes me. Maybe I’m just over thinking it? 

    Even though the zoology section of the museum is quite fascinating, the human wax figure collection easily had the ability to shock you. I felt like I was walking around to check out the band Tool’s next music video. The wax did not even look fake. The flesh resembled human and I was shocked by the fact that the wax was not extremely decaying. Overall Florence took me on a ride, on a little motor scooter into paradise.