A Garden in Florence

A trip to the enchanting country of Italy can change your life forever... it did for me.

 Work can be exhausting at times. As a matter of fact, I stayed many years in the same crowded hospital working long night shifts with only instant coffee to keep me going. Needless to say, I was always burned out when I got back home for some rest. One night, while I was giving medications to a grouchy old man, I had the idea to take a vacation. Finally, at dawn, my mind was set. I packed my precious and useful belongings into a big crimson hard case luggage. Then, with my matching shoulder bag resting on my hip, I was off to a charming European country in the shape of a boot.

 

            I felt free from the moment I stepped onto the crowded, yet peaceful heart of Florence. In the back of my luxurious Renaissance style apartment, there was a vast courtyard surrounded by beautiful palm trees and statuesque pines. Even though I enjoyed the scent of the Italian culture while walking in Piazza Della Signoria, it was insignificant next to the sweet aroma from the garden. I would often lose track of time while gazing at the azure sky and the pure white flowers growing through the tall verdant grass. To me, it was a magical place, just like paradise.

 

            Quickly went by a month, then a second one. The morning of my departure, I was heavyhearted to leave everything behind. I went downstairs to the lobby with my heavy luggage dragging behind me. Suddenly, a man came to me and placed a tiny pot of white flowers in my hands. Then, he simply smiled and walked away.

Back home, I realised that there was a note written in poor English attached to the flower pot: ‘’I hope that you enjoyed your stay in Florence. I noticed that you seemed to like these flowers. If you want, we might meet again soon. Ciao! "Amadeo-‘’

Florence 2014.

I came back home with thousands of memories and these amazing friends down bellow (We're one bunch of geeks!)

Author's Note

This is a very short story I wrote for my english class project at school. Please keep in mind that this was my first attempt writting a text in my second language.

Reviews

[Symphonic_Sunflowers]

I like how your writing of this story made you want to continue - i reckon you have a natural talent and have a nice way of showing, not telling.

I really like the end as well - i love how there could be endless possiblities of the hope of meeting some stranger again :)
Chloe x

[Dandelion]

This is very nice of you, thank you! This is why I enjoyed writing this short story also, so that people would ask themselves what will happen next (I might finish it one day!). Thabks again for the generous review :)

[Symphonic_Sunflowers]

I went to Florence just a month ago. It was my first time out of Australia and it was the best experience of my life, my family and friends are begging me to shut up about it.

I went to Scotland, London, Paris and Rome and in Rome I went on a day tour to Flourence and Id gladly go back if i could because its so beautiful. Youre very welcome for the review :3

[Dandelion]

Wow! Same for me!! I've been there a couple months ago and my family are getting tired of hearing me talking about that. I'm happy that someone understands how amazing Florence is :)

[Joe_VILOT_]

twas brilliant my dear maginificanto!

It may have been your first yet from reading it can not see that if you hadn't of written that i wouldn't have known.
:)

[Dandelion]

Thank you! It was my first indeed but I've put many efforts into it :)

[raj24]

thats a nice sweet story..ending with the hope of meeting some stranger..liked your description of the whole place..keep writing..you have nice thoughts..:)

Raj

[Dandelion]

I'm happy you like this one since it was my first time writing a short story in English. It is not my best work but I am very proud of it. Florence means something special to me because I've had the chance to visit there. I also love writing about nature so I wanted to combine those two subjects together. Thanks for reviewing and you give good comments.