The ride was absolutely gorgeous, going through the country side and passing all of the ancient villas and palazzos. Once I arrived in Florence, I hopped off the train only to see a McDonald's facade staring back at me, immediate disappointment set in. Had I just traveled across the world only to see the same places I already have at home? I turned away from the McDonald's as fast as I could and set out for my new home for the next four months, a quaint three story walkup built in the 1600's. I walked down the tiny, cobble stone streets only fit for foot traffic in the fashion district and arrived at my front door. As I yanked my roller suitcase up to the third floor loft, I regretted packing as much as I did. All of my worries instantly disappeared when I opened my front door to see an adorable red leather couch, a kitchen with a washing machine built under the counter-top, and windows that opened out to a neighboring bakery. This was exactly what I had been waiting years for, the start of an unforgettable European experience.