After yet another "hurry up and wait" experience transferring our luggage from the big tour buses to the smaller buses that would take us to our apartments, we were just minutes away from moving in. The other passengers and I sat gaping out the windows of our Mercedes minibus as it drove over the Arno, squeezed through the quaint, narrow streets of Firenze, and passed by street art and stylish Italians toting shopping bags. We quickly approached a street defined by high-end stores dressed in charmingly old-fashioned stone walls. Gucci, Fendi, Cavalli, Bvlgari, Dior, and the bus stops. "Okay we here!" our advisor, Milva tells us. The ten of us living in Trebbio 8 screamed, shocked that we would be living off of one of the nicest streets in Florence. The other two girls looked intimidated at the amazingness of our location, but none of us even tried to hide our excitement. As each one of us brought a bag up the stairs and entered a room, there were more screams. Our apartment is amazing. I wasn't expecting nearly so nice a place. We have two two-bed rooms each with its own bathroom and plenty of closet space. We have an adorable living room and kitchen with cute arched entryways and windows and two white couches. We have nice, modern appliances, including heat which we were warned about. The place is great and safe and my roommates and I felt immediately at home. It was so nice to finally unpack our clothes into closets instead of living out of our suitcases in one cluttered hotel room.
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