Maybe I'm not a "Museum Person" afterall

The train ride into Florence was quick as the allergens of Tusacn olive trees filled my nostrils and attacked my sanity.

My hostel was pretty cool...a big place with large, generic doorms, slippery marbel floors and bathrooms with trough-like sinks. On the recommendation of everyone I talked to, I headed to the Uffizi to wait in the requisite two-hour line for the privelege of paying $10 to see the masterpieces of the Renaissance's poster boys.

Having successfully avoided museums thus far in my journey, I was actually pretty excited to see a musem - especially one often considered to be the place for Renaissance art in the city many consider to be the capital of the Renaissance itself. And I had a slice of pizza and can of San Pellegrino to get me through the long wait.

So much for illusions of grandeur. What I, somehow in the 20 or so years of education I have endured somehow failed to learn, is that Renaissance art - at least that which is housed in the infamous Uffizzi is essentially five or six guys (Raphael, Michaelangelo, Donatello, Leanordo and a couple more) who painted strikingly similar portraits of Madonna e il Bambino (Mary and the baby Jesus). On top of these paintings, the rest of the museum is essentially filled with the works of these guys' students' paintings of essentially the same thing. Summarized: the Uffizzi has some cool statues; Kevin is not a fan of Renaissance paintings.

After the Uffizzi, I walked through the streets of Florence, taking in the sights of the Renaissance and then hit up a pizza place with two guys from DC I met five minutes earlier. I enjoyed the mushroom pizza immensely.