Today we went to the ikea in Florence. It was really great because we were missing some important things like mirrors and blankets for a town that pretends it's summer all year long when it comes to "indoor heating". It was actually really nice because I LOVEE Ikea and it was a little taste of home.  Because really, no matter where you are, it's all swedish anyways. We were super tired so we tried to buy some coffee, depicted above. For 50 centissimi we got half a dixie cup filled 1/18th of the way. I can't imagine what people think when they come to america and see our medium coffees. No wonder our culture's universally hated. Also when everything is labled in TWO languages you don't understand the confusion is endless. I might have bought a down comforter that's actually a mattress pad? Oh well, I'll wash down my miseries with some ligonberry juice! Viva Ikea!