All in all, I had a good time. I saw plenty of amazing art, ate a lot of fantastic food (the pizza, pasta and gelato especially are to die for), and even taught myself a little elementary Italian. (Thank you, Google Translate).
Now, I know how to ask for directions, order meals, and make small talk in Italian. Just please, don't ask me to deliver a lecture or conduct an opera. 
Of course, the usual bracelet-salesmen pestered me wherever I went. Usually they went away when I said I wasn't interested, but one of them was unusual. On my first night in Florence, I went out for some fresh air. One of the bracelet salesmen tried to scam me, but I said no and walked away... and he followed me.
I walked faster, and he walked faster after me.
I figured this was suspicious, so I ran away ... and he ran after me. By now, I was thoroughly scared, so I ran to the Piazza del Duomo, where there would be police. I figured he wouldn't start anything with police around.
Wrong! I reached the Piazza and located a policeman, and tried to explain (with my broken Italian). But the bracelet-guy soon arrived, and in full view of the police, he started to yell "F*** you! You bad man!" etc. at me.
The policeman asked him politely what the matter was, and to my shock, the guy yelled "F*** you too" etc. at the police.
(Obviously not a good move). 
The policemen quickly sized him up, said "Bracelets, eh? I got some for you!", pulled out a pair of handcuffs, and arrested him. I wasn't hurt, apart from a bit of shock. But my hotel wasn't far, so it turned out all right in the end.
What's been happening with you?
