Firenze

This hostel, Eurostudent Home had the most amazing hosts. Crazies. Oh man.

The train ride was a living nightmare. Even with our Europass, some trains for some countries still require you to make a reservation and pay extra money. Fuckk. We got there late afternoon, and my first meal in Italia was from an Instanbul place. And it was a pizza. Lolz.

The rest of the day was spent walking around the incredibly tiny and disorienting city until the sangria party. The hosts of the hostel made TWO big  bowls of sangria, for free. Then walked in with a shot glass and a bottle yelling “VODKA SHOTS?”

We did small talk/introductions and I only remembered the states or countries that these people were from - not their names. Booohooo. But the people I meet are usually incredible/awesome. I made pals with this frenchie. I mentioned that there was a stop on the metro called “Saint Paul” and that it’s our capital. He said “Oh yes, that’s the stop were my Uni is”. I then told him that I also had some classes at the St Paul campus. Cool stuff. “oh, it must be a sign”.

After we polished off the sangria and a couple of our own drinks, the host/boss manager/Michael took us all to a club, no cover. Then I walked around the nightly city anddd got back after 3, immediately passing out.

Next day was spent with more walks, picture takings, accidental wedding crashing and listening to this wonderful classical guitar player until our wine tour. We were supposed to do one at 9AM on bike, but that would have been impossible after the night we had just had. We went to two different wineries. The first was a restaurant owned by a royal family. We got a tour, drank wine and ate cheese. The second one is farther in the country and some rich man, with a lot of character owns that. Apparently, if you are born in and grow up in Italy, yet speak English in the house hold (with a British/Scottish nanny/parents) you will speak with an English accent, not an Italian one. He fed us more wine than the other place did.

When we returned to the hostel, I was going to see the real David. Once I found out you gotta walk around a museum, wait in line and pay, I took a much needed nap instead. I’ve only been getting 6ish hours of sleep a night. If not less. After the nap, it was time for sangria night, part dos. And more drinks (less than the night before). And another free club, which was really shitty and we left shortly after..

Today, we boarded the train for a whole hour and 15 minutes, now in.... ROMA