Jet Lag and life so far in Italy.

It's 6:45 and the sun is just coming up over Italy.

I woke up at 5 to a man boisterously singing a song in Italian in the street below my hotel room. I wanted to open the window and shout "canta bella signore!" But my roommate was sleeping and I didn't want to wake him up.

We move into our apartments today. I haven't seen it yet, but it is right between the Duomo and the Ponte Vecchio (I think? I don't know my sense of direction is terrible. I mean, I even got lost last night. I am a champ.) In any case, I am really excited to see it.

Last night I walked around the center of Florence and literally could not believe I was here. The effects of jet lag (increased by my inability to sleep at all on the 11 hour plane ride from LAX to Paris) made me feel like I was in a dream. It was just unbelievable. These places that I've seen in books and thought about for years actually exist. To actually walk across the Ponte Vecchio and stand at the base of the Duomo is probably one of the most surreal things I have ever done. Then add the dream like effects of jet lag (the great paradox where you are too tired to sleep) and I find myself here, the next morning wondering what is going on.

Did I really talk in Italian to some Italian last night in the hotel hallway about brushing my teeth?

Did I really fly over the Atlantic Ocean and step foot for the first time in Europe in a snow filled Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris?

Did I really hear some guy singing in Italian outside my window this morning??

I have no idea. I think now that I have slept for a little bit reality may present itself today. But man this is so surreal.