A Broad, Abroad: ZAZA!

Our first full day in Florence started with a tour of a museum that was wicked cold…and ended with some wonderful purchases, a marriage proposal and an AMAAAAZING lunch inbetween. So Carrie (one of my roommates, little, cute, fun…also one of the girls in the love web of Triscuit) had been to Florence before and had been to this place called ZaZa.

Guys. ZaZa was the shit.

The atmosphere was awesome, the waitresses were super friendly, it was warm. And right off the bat they served us some fantastic fresh baked pane (that bread in Italian). Reading the menu was an experience in itself. After we ordered a few bottles of wine and some bruschetta…sex became the topic of conversation and how hot one of our teachers was..MARCO. Marco is Italian…and we’re still trying to figure out if he’s straight or not. (When we were traveling he acted like the dark mysterious disturbed artist…now that we’re in Cortona he’s much more smiley…so obviously I’m much happier as well…what a dreamboat) Poor Tommy…Tommy is awesome, kid’s from University of Kentucky..he’s who I bro out with…someone to talk about March Madness, how wonderful Syracuse basketball is…and spring training for the MLB. Anyways, he’s got a great sense of humor and has the best one liners ever. Its not what he says, but how he says it that will send you into hysterics. So after putting up with hearing about how hot Marco is, masturbating and vibrators, finally our food came and we started talking about something else…I can’t remember because I was having a relationship with my wine and meal.

Anyways as time passed we began getting louder and louder and laughed until we felt like we were going to barf. Finally we realized we needed to get out of there before we gave America a bad rep.