Snaf-izzi

It started with the tickets.  No, let's back up.  It started with the early morning thunderstorm, the kind that makes you want to lie in bed and listen to rain on the third story roof. Then the alarm going off, okay, okay. No coffee, just hopping puddles.

And then finally at the Uffizi one snafu after another.  Our early tickets weren't tickets, but vouchers for tickets.  So I go get in line 3, to change our vouchers for tickets.  Meanwhile Ira stayed in the entry line since this is what we got up early for.

Let me just say that a few things were stacked against us from the getgo.

Like you can't exchange vouchers for tickets until 10 minutes before ticket time.



But the exchange line opened late. And the entry line opened, well, on time.

So somehow in this age of enhanced security Irie got into the Uffizi without a ticket.

I realized this when he saw me looking for him, opened the NO EXIT door and shouted, "Lizoid!"

As the guard was pulling him away from the door he mouthed, "I got in!!"
So don't even ask about the 45 galleries, Botticelli's Birth of Venus, or the Medici Family's personal bling.  Just know that ultimately I got in.  And yes, Ira did get out.