Seriously I’m super nervous now. I’m going home right now! That shouldn’t put me on edge! I think it’s more the paranoia that I’m on the wrong bus, despite the fact that the lovely man stamped my ticket. I’m also slightly scared that my bag is going to open in the hold below, I forgot to tie the zips closed… it’ll be fine I’m sure.. if I get to Rome I’ll just have to sight see or something.
We wandered a little deeper into the centre where we hit the small Il Porcellino market, then followed the sounds of drumming and shouting. Men dressed up in medieval Italian garb marched past us, drummers banged so loud that Ladas ear merged back into her body and we had to hold her to stop her from trembling. Bless.
The stairs of death led us to a second floor, peering down on to the tiny figures below, out of breath and very tired. It was vaguely interesting but there wasn’t much to do there. Clambering back down the death stairs, which was nicer going down, we plodded along to the Cathedral.
Most newsagents in Russia and England can provide you with condoms, cigarettes and postage stamps, the perfect equation to a great night out, however it appears that they do not provide the latter of the three in Florence. Seeing our disheartened looks the man at the counter suggested, instead, to go straight to the post office, and giving us vague directions for the approximate location.
School is like a prison. Normally said by teenagers all over the world about the enclosed and suffocating environment they learn about the world in. However in Lizzys case this phrase holds some accuracy as her school was designed and built to be a prison..
I only agreed to lemon tea and yoghurt for breakfast, but in addition I got a toasted cheese and sandwich, and the rest of yesterday’s custard pastry. I must constantly look hungry, maybe dad doesn’t feed me enough. With a call to my sister-in-law for translation help Natalie invites me to go shopping for groceries with her. I agree in the hopes of being a helpful guest.
Blue mountains stood proud in the distance, layers of houses rolled within the valley interrupting the artistic curves the natural beauty of the mountains beyond possessed, but still enamoured the sightseer in awe. Or at least that is how the tour guide would have described it. My words were more like “Damn that’s pretty.”