Italy is the European Egypt; Italians are horrible at driving, they curse like there’s no tomorrow, and they will rip you off once they find out you’re a tourist. The only difference between us Egyptians and the Italians is that all life comes to a screeching halt by 8 PM; literally everything shuts down and the city becomes a ghost town.
It was driving me crazy! How lifeless can the people here actually be? Not EVEN pharmacies are open! So i set out on a mission I needed to give myself a break and discover Florence’s hidden nightlife, there most be more to this town than what meets the eye!
It took me a while and I was getting desperate, I thought “Yeah, that’s it, your day ends at 9 PM, Sarah, enjoy your life and let the world know what a loser you’ve become!”
Being the internet queen I am, I searched on Google which let me tell you did me no good what so ever; It looked like my last and only hope was to meet new people who know something about the city, which was something I wasn’t really looking forward to.
However, with God’s kind graces I got to know the right people who knew the right places, and holy shit, it’s like every single person in Florence decided to go to the same club at the same time, there goes my previous impression that Italians are weird, lifeless people…now they’re just WEIRD!
The place was so crowded, the music was so loud, the VIP section didn’t really make me feel like a person even to dignify the rest of the term “Very Important.” It turns out having a “Life” here is expensive and quite high maintenance.
What is the moral of this story? The music was good, the people were crazy and I’m just happy to know that there’s something to do at night.
