The plan was to sleep in since check out was at ten and our train left at 10:50 but I was awake at 7:30 listening to the sounds of people packing. It was sad to see people leave when I felt like we were just starting. I told Alison I felt like their stories were such cliffhangers and I would wonder about them and wish they had a Wiki page so I could hear how their storyline progressed. Like the guys playing in a semi-pro hockey league in France, the girl with the sustainability degree who quit her au pair job and was traveling alone without a plan, the student from Brazil studying in Portugal, the girls from Quebec, and the boys from Germany getting ready to start University in the spring.
Would they wonder about our story?
I suppose the easiest answer would be Facebook but it seems like not enough. I don’t know. Maybe the melancholy of leaving Rome has gotten to me. I truly loved the experience, the hostel, and the people I met.
As a side note I have trained myself to say grazi and not gracias. So, go me.
The train to Florence was a new experience for me. Traveling backwards at 244km/hour is something. Not sure what, but for sure something. I thought I would have more motion sickness issues but possibly the cure for that all along was views of the Italian country side. Take note Mom and Dad.
We made it to our hostel with little effort and wow is this place big! Our hostel in Rome had about 50 rooms on two floors whereas this place has closer to 200 rooms in two buildings. We are in a four person bedroom with two bunk beds (Alison took pictures of our room in Rome that I will try to swipe tomorrow). This place has a different vibe, very trendy, clean, with a lot of amenities. Drawbacks are no food or drinks in the room. Rome was much more laid back and had a lets-all-mingle-and-make-friends vibe.
We were both super hungry and hurried off to find some food after a quick FaceTime with folks back home to make sure they had survived snowpocalypse 2015.
The restaurant that was supposed to have great deals (as directed by the hostel map) was nowhere to be found. And I know it wasn’t Alison’s directions because they are always on fleek as she would say.
We wondered downtown I. Search for equally good eats and found a restaurant with free wifi and decent prices. The pasta was delicious and I would have licked the bowl I I hadn’t been in public. On another note, we both commented on how many American accents we heard both in the restaurant (Did you know the girl next to us is in a sorority with a girl who is (was?) dating Johnny Football? Like. OMG.) and walking on the streets.
After we wandered the night, ate some gelato and found highlights of places we plan to visit in the next few days. Florence has the effortless atmosphere and made me feel like I could, or anyone, could belong.
Tomorrow is a full day starting with an all you can eat buffet (ORANGE JUICE) at our hostel, the Uffizi museum, the Boboli gardens, and finishing the day watching the sun set in Piazzale Michaelangelo. With plenty of pizza, pasta, and gelato in between.
(Side note: the amount of pictures directly corresponds with my hunger level. No food all day? No pictures until food. My mom would say she already knew this and instead of being hungry I should eat those protein bars I packed but…she’s not here! C’est le vie.)



























































