A statue of Stefania should be commissioned immediately as the patron saint of hospitality in Florence. Our flight was delayed 13 hours. Originally scheduled to arrive at 11 am, we finally made it at midnight on a Saturday night. We had communicated updates throughout but having ruined her evening plans I figured we were going to have a very upset host on our hands. As we pulled up in our taxi we found Stefania sitting on the pavement outside the residence. She was jovial, graceful, kind, and welcoming all at the same time. She excitedly helped us in even offering to assist with our bags which after all we had put her through was a testament to how good a host she was.
The apartment was impeccably clean. My father in law was a longtime manager in the hospitality industry so we know well taken care of properties when we see them. Everything was exactly as advertised. Towels were soft, bed was very comfortable, and the location fantastic. The shower and bathroom are small by American standards but you are in Italy, not Kansas, remember?
We highly recommend Mr. Pizza around the corner, while tacky in terms of branding they make a legitimate authentic pie and are open till 3 am.