Chapter 13

Okay, big guy, he chuckled to himself, here you go. Maybe I do belong here. Make it happen! 5

Scuzi, dove e l’Ponte Vecchio?

Ah, signora, a destra, poi dritto, lo vendrete.

Bene. Grazzi!

Dominic chuckled to himself at how well his Italian was working for him. She probably didn’t even know he was a tourist. She was looking for the famous bridge in Florence lined with jewelry shops. It was the first destination for most of the tourists, right after they took a picture of the famous Duomo,the huge domed cathedral in the center of town.

The trip to Florence had been a very pleasant one. He’d stared out the window of the train the entire way, enraptured by the beautiful Italian countryside, and glad he’d not rented a car so that he could just relax and enjoy the view. And just as he had in Rome, the minute he arrived in Florence, he hit the streets to see as much of the city as he could.