Another day, another round of morning chores before taking over a “local” cinema-turned-study-spot like true digital nomads...ugh fine just call us tourists. Then, we confirmed plans for the Pruitt family’s European grand tour (which is exciting enough to make us pee our pants). Metaphorically of course... 

It was a hungry lunch time, so we said, "one of everything!" which turned out to be a sandwich, slice of pizza and calzone which we split but not without the judgement of our two table neighbors. Speaking of delicious, dinner hit with fettuccine Alfredo, loaded with enough dairy to test our limits, but our bodies feel, like, really good?

Post dinner, we set out for a casual nighttime stroll—aka a 15,000-step journey to places we didn't know we wanted to go. We attempted (and failed) to break into a secret garden, realized it was inside a museum, and ultimately got lost in the labyrinth that is Florence.

And now, the big question: do we go full tourist and see all of Italy, or do we just pick a spot and cozy in?