Sunday. Today was interesting, to say the least. We all woke up, about 4 hours after having gone to bed, and were exhausted and hung over. We checked out, and then went downstairs and grabbed some breakfast…but then we ended up staying there for about an hour and a half, because it was POURING down rain, and FREEZING cold outside…so we weren’t in any huge hurry to leave. And, our train didn’t leave till 7:30pm, so we were somewhat concerned about the amount of time we had to kill. We decided that there was nothing we could really do with the weather being what it was, so we went to the train station to see if we could catch an earlier train.
The remainder of the day seemed to be a domino effect of minor setbacks:
Setback number 1) Sometime during the last two days in Florence, I lost my train ticket home. I looked EVERYWHERE, and it was nowhere to be found. It’s $40 for another one, so it wasn’t the end of the world, but definitely a bummer. I tried really hard to keep a positive attitude though…after all, there’s no use crying over spilt milk! It was gone, and there was nothing I could do!
Setback number 2) We were unaware that there were two different train stations in Florence. We caught a cab outside our hostel and asked him to take us to “the train station,” assuming there was only one. Well there’s two, and he took us to the wrong one. However, we were unaware that this was the wrong train station until after we had gotten all of our luggage out of the cab, paid the driver, waited in a 30 minute line in hopes of getting an earlier ride home, and was then told we were at the wrong station.
Setback number 3) After we caught another cab to the right train station, we were told that the next train for Milan wasn’t leaving for another 4 hours. And because we opted for the cheaper train tickets, the slow train only comes in and out of a super ghetto station with nothing around it. So we were stuck in a freezing cold, outdoor train station for 4 hours, with nowhere to go and nothing to do.
Also, there was a screaming baby next to me the whole time, who was having the worst day of his life, and was wailing for the first 2 hours. So when we finally arrived in Milan, we caught the metro back to Romolo. However, just to top off our unbelievably terrible luck, there were also no seats on the Metro. So again, we had to stand for the 15 minute metro ride to our house. And then walk in the snow from the metro to our house, because apparently it snowed when we were gone.
Setback number 5) We were home at last J I quickly unpacked my stuff, then Caitlin and I went to the store, because we were STARVING!! We got there at 8:40. It closed at 8:30. Moving on.
Setback number 6) We reluctantly decided to get pizza, even though it was really the last thing we wanted. And there’s a pizza place right across from our house, so we popped in there before going home. He made our pizzas, then we ran home to eat them because we were so hungry. However sometime during the 10 steps from the Pizzeria to our front door step, all of the cheese slid off my pizza, out of the box, and onto my winter coat. So not only did I have a coat that looked like it was covered in throw up, I also had to eat a pizza for dinner which now consisted of saucy bread. Bummer J
So while you might think that it was the worst day of my life, it actually wasn’t THAT bad. There wasn’t any point in the day where I was miserable. Even on the train ride, where the baby was screaming crying and we were inhaling constant smells of butt, it was almost funny, we were laughing about it. We had back luck for a day. It happens.
So after this weekend, I have learned a few things: 1) Florence is a beautiful city, and everyone should visit if given the chance. 2) Florence is a beautiful city, that everyone should visit if given the change, that also nickel and dimes the crap out of you! EVERYTHING cost money, from walking up to the bell tower, to going into the museums, etc. Nothing in that city is free. NOT EVEN THE BATHROOMS. I had to pay 1E to pee! 3) Never travel without having an actual place to put important documents. My train ticket didn’t fit in my wallet, so even on the way there, I was always just throwing it in my purse. Bad idea. Things happen, and it was lost! All I could do is thank god it wasn’t my passport! 4) Traveling, well actually just living, with other people, definitely tests your patience. Even after only being here for two weeks, I feel like I have learned to just take a step back and let everyone get a chance to do what they want to do. At times, we all wanted to do and see different things, which is hard! But I am learning that if you just please one person at a time, everyone ends up happy in the end! I have tried really, really hard to not complain while being here in Italy. After all, I am in Italy, studying abroad. There shouldn’t be much to complain about. While things are definitely frustrating at times because SO many things are done differently than at home, I’m learning to take everything with a grain of salt J