Everyone sat down for breakfast, waited for Mrs. Belvidere to end her prayer, and began to eat. This time, Otto waited for Sunny to start. His grandfather stared at him peculiarly. Otto gave him a big grin. His grandfather mumbled something in Italian that he didn't hear. He began eating anyway.
Once everyone was through, Otto and Sunny got ready, then walked upstairs and sat on the roof; they were deciding what to do that day.
"We have a whole day free. Anything in particular you wanna do?" Otto brushed his long red bangs out of his face. Sunny had told him that morning he looked older and better with his hair not in dreads.
"I don't know; you're the Italian one, you tell me." Sunny scrunched up her nose and make creases appear on her forehead, defining her deep thought.
Otto's face lit up. "I've got it!" He stood up and ran back inside. Sunny hated it when he got an idea and ran off without telling her; he was bad for that.
Sunny sat for a few minutes, and was about to go back inside when she heard Otto calling from the outside of the garage in the back yard. She sauntered over to the edge of the roof and saw Otto standing beside a blue motorized scooter. "No way," she whispered to herself. She immediately ran downstairs and outside.
"Too cute!" Sunny ran her fingers over the seat of the scooter.
"Il nonno said we could borrow it today, so I can give you a tour of the city. Isn't that awesome?"
"So awesome. You're grandparents are so cool. I almost wish I lived here." She put her arms around him and he embraced her.
"Yeah, me too. But I would miss all the waves and my friends. Wanna take her for a test drive? I'll be right back, I'll ask il nonno if we can." He ran inside and came back with a smile on his face. "He said we can take it out, but only for a few minutes. He needs to check some things on it."
He put a helmet on, then handed her one, and got on. "Come on, and hold on, ha ha ha!"
Sunny had one more question: "Don't you have to be a certain age to drive?"
"I don't think so, at least not with a scooter. Are you gonna get on or what?"
She got on the scooter and put her arms around him, holding on tight. She was kind of nervous, considering she had never rode anything with him before. He assured her he was a good driver, though.
He cranked it up and drove it out of the driveway and into the street.
They rode indiscreetly through the streets of Florence. Strangers sitting outside at coffee shops waved at them, as if they had known them for years. Otto decided they had rode enough, since it had been about fifteen minutes, and didn't want to spoil the rest of their day, and turned around.
"That was kinda fun." Sunny sat her helmet on the scooter.
"Yeah. I'll get il nonno to come check what ever he needed to check right quick, while I ask la nonna where I can go today." He walked inside, Sunny following.
"La nonna, la nonna? You in here, la nonna?" Otto called inside the apartment.
"Il nipote? What is it?" She met them at the backdoor. "Sorry if I worried you, I was doing some laundry. Did you need to ask me something?"
"Yeah, where are some cool places to go? We need some ideas."
Mrs. Belvidere walked toward the living room. "Seguirme, follow me." She sat down on the recliner, and Otto and Sunny sat on the couch across from her.
"I know a few good places to go. The Uffizi Gallery, an art gallery, has many, many paintings by Giotto, Botticelli, Raphael, Michelangelo, and da Vinci. But I know how you i bambini are now a days, you want something cool, eh? Well, the Duomo, a cathedral, is the most beautiful place in Florence. Oh, it is so beautiful. Your il nonno and I would have gotten married there, but it costs way too much denaro. I promise you will love that. Anyway, there is a very peaceful courtyard where the young ones like to 'hang out.' It's called, 'Piazza Santo Spirito,' meaning, 'Holy Square Spirit.' Oh there are so many places here in Florence."
"You may like to enjoy the sun at Boboli Gardens, eat ice-cream at Vivoli Gelateria, drink coffee in Rivoire café, and listen to music at the Jazz Club. There is much to do there. Here, I will write down the directions for you." She wrote down the directions and handed them to them.
Mr. Belvidere walked back into the house. "Well, everything is ready. Here is some denaro. Have a good time, amare gli uccelli. Ciao!"
Otto and Sunny stood up. "Thanks for telling us about all these awesome places, la nonna. We'll be back before it gets too late."
"You're welcome, ciao."
They both walked outside and put on their helmets. "Ready?" Otto asked as he got onto the scooter and cranked it up.
"Yeah." Sunny got on behind him and hugged up tight to him. She was glad he wasn't a reckless driver.
They decided they would go to Boboli Gardens and hang out most of the day there, because it sounded like there was a lot to do. Then, when it began to get dark, they would head to Piazzo Santo Spirito to look at the stars.
Otto turned the scooter to the left and down a large street with lots of traffic.
"Oh my, God." Sunny began to worry that they were going to get hit by a car. She squeezed Otto tighter and closed her eyes.
Otto looked back at her and smiled, then turned his eyes back on the road. He drove into the traffic with no problems at all, and got through to Boboli Gardens. He parked and they both got off.
"Wow, this place is pretty big. Wanna go to Vivoli Gelateria to get some ice cream, then get a mocha lattee at Rivoire café?" Otto put his and Sunny's helmet on the scooter.
"Sounds good to me." Sunny grasped his hand and they walked towards Vivoli Gelateria.
"What do you want?" Otto stood at the counter and waited on Sunny's response.
"Um, wanna share a strawberry shake?"
"Sure. Una scossa di fragola, per favore. Oh, e lo fa un mezzo," he told the man behind the counter. The man went to the back to get some strawberry ice cream and put the ice cream in the blender.
"Due cinquanta," the man said and handed Otto the shake.
Otto handed him the money and took the shake in return. "Ringraziamenti."
"I ringraziamenti, ha un giorno piacevole."
Sunny sipped on the shake and handed it back to Otto. "That's really good." They sat down at a table under a giant umbrella.