Maybe the one new thing I have been trying to master over the last few weeks, is saying ‘no’. No to people wanting to visit right now (sorry!), no to going to my brother’s 30th birthday party (mea culpa!), no to guys trying to sell me a selfie-stick (sorry not sorry), no to boys and men offering me to ‘practice italian’ (NO NO NO) and no to a potential job. “But you got there just a few weeks ago and you found a job already? And you said NO?!”. First of all; I have no idea if I would have gotten the job. It was a proactive no. Nevertheless, it was a no. Which might sound like a reckless thing to do, being a newcomer in this city, trying to establish a life. And that’s kind of how it feels.

However, I had to. Florence called me for such a long time and I have just one huge goal: being happy. So far so good, but I need to dedicate everything I have in my power to that purpose. First of all, that means learning the language a.s.a.p. Working on that, still going strong. Second: finding a permanent place to live in. Looks like that is within reach, but not jinxing anything until I’ve actually signed the contract (it’s Italy after all…). Last but not least: do what I love. And that is: digging into art, history and art history. Combined with the other thing I love dearly; taking care of people. So it happened that over the past few weeks I have decided to become a guide, for which you need a permit in this country. That means at least 8 months of studying and an exam. In Italian. Hence the language focus ?  After that? Starting my own business. Offering custom made Firenze/Toscana trips. For every budget and different audiences. Combining my great love for this city and all the beauty she has to offer with taking care of and entertaining people.

Thus, plenty of plans! That’s why I say no. To be able to finally do what I know has always been hiding under te surface and that’s so damn ready to come out and present itself to the world.

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