After three full months I like to think I have adapted well to the various customs of Italy. I learned to dress like a ninja in order to blend in with the slue of Italians garbed in dark blues, blacks and browns. I learned that what I deem a leisurely stroll to them is a determined power walk. I learned how to avoid the crimson cow flesh lining the aisles of the market. Overall, I have become accustomed to the ways and workings of Florence.