Our 24 hour stay in Florence was full of many incredible shenanigans, from Andria trying on a $300 leather jacket to being absolutely awestruck by David's... well, David... in his... massiveness. However, nothing was quite as hilarious as the evening when leaving the hostel, I mistook a doorbell for a lightswitch in the walkway and accidentally ding-dong ditched the Haitian Consulate. The two switches look exactly the same! Andria and I bolted away when we realized what I had done and never looked back.
Haiti has been associated with so much remorse and sorrow over the past few months. It is truly a relief to be reminded that I do have a positive memory of Haiti that brings the biggest smile and sometimes even chuckles.
