ITALIAN KARMA.

Oh yeah and so I have worn shoes every day I have been in Florence to avoid further looking like a tourist, but today I was lazy and just wanted to wear my leather flip flops. The one day I wear them and had to go far and wide around Florence picking up my books and art supplies I get three streets away from my apartment and BAM. I slip on a curb and split open my big toe and took out a good portioned chuck of skin. Casually bleeding next the the Duomo? Check. This was Italy telling me to never wear flip flops again here. Cobblestones don't give a fuck.