Addictions

I have a new addiction. It's not ice cream...that's an old addiction. See the pictures below and you'll understand. We've only been in Florence two full days and I've already managed to buy eight nine pashminas. That's a little more than four a day - more than the scoops of gelato I've been indulging in (okay, so maybe I lied, but more about that later). Florence has pashminas everywhere, in every fabric, color, texture, and length imaginable. What's a girl to do? At only 5 euro each, it's impossible to be selective; however, I fear that my suitcase may soon start objecting.


It started with the colorful pashmina Sean bought for me at the Campo de Fiori market in Rome - that was my gateway drug. Then I bought one this afternoon at Piazzale Michelangelo and proceeded to buy four more over the next hour. On our return trip home from the tour, I saw a woman selling the most beautiful pashmina I've seen thus far in Italy. I had to have it. Unfortunately, the driver of our hop on/hop off bus didn't feel like disrupting 20 other tourists to indulge my addiction. However, as we passed through the streets on our way to the hotel, we stumbled upon an outdoor market selling leather goods, jewelry, and most importantly, pashminas! The hunt was on and Sean and I spent the next hour searching for my long lost beauty. We never did find it, but I did find three others to round off my collection. Oh well, the search continues...

5/22 Update - The search paid off! After the hop on/hop off bus tour today, Sean and I were walking back to our hotel and we passed a tourist trap pashmina stand right outside the train station. One of the pashminas caught my eye because it was similar in style to the one I have been looking for and when Sean pulled it out from the others, another one became visible and it was THE ONE. I am one happy lady (and now the proud owner of 10 pashminas)!