Tainted Love?

Leslie and I are sitting in a bar in San Spirito, a less touristy neighborhood located on the south side of the Arno. We’re sitting in the bar that the Italian kids took us to for our first Apertivo. We’re sitting at a tiny round table located squarely in the door frame where two large french doors have been thrown open. Leslie is working filling in a stack of postcards, writing notes and sweet nothings to loved ones back home. I’m reading dry accounts of early medieval music and its function in Florence’s early societies. The most beautiful part about this moment is not the flawlessly relaxed setting, the kind you’d find in most any American traveler’s favorite fantasy — rather, it’s the bar’s choice of music. Italian’s have the best (read: worst) taste in soft rock and 80s pop, and they’re quite proud of it. Incidentally, we’re singing along over our whiskey, though still staring at the table and its collection of papers and pens and responsibilities. I’m certainly pretending as though I’m not chuckling at the bartender who knows every word to every song, but will only sing to himself when he has the chance to duck his head below the bar to grab something. It’s okay. Leslie and I have him covered as we slyly dance along to the macarena while still sitting in our chairs.

I’m pretty sure life can’t get much better than this.

And, well, that’s what I like about you.

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