Left for the Pisa around 9am, and made a stop for comfort around noon, the drive from Nice is almost 4 hours. The girls bathroom was so crowded at the station, the guys had to share ours. Then we continued on our way to Pisa, with comfort restored. We didn't get to go up the tower because of our group size, and the time it would take to get two or three smaller groups up and back; never the less, it was an impressive sight. I couldn't pass up a photo op either, with my own twist of course. We did get to see the Baptistery and Basilica, both amazing piece of architecture, and both with incredible acoustics. I have come to the conclusion it is impossible to dodge everyone's photos, and venture to say I was lucky if I only end up in a hundred. Which will be a hundred more then I've been in so far, at least till everyone finds out. Over the course of our time in Pisa, I noticed an abundance of decorations, a.k.a signs that said that stay 'stay off the grass', lining a large grass area near the tower, no one seemed to be reading them, even though they must have been in a dozen languages. I guess it is kind of hard to read when you're sleeping on the grass though. I was really hoping for a shot of the pristine lawn with the tower in the back ground. After a nice visit, and partaking in the market around Pisa, where I picked up a t-shirt my souvenir of choice, we made our way back to the accordion bus, a.k.a. The sardine can, and back to our bus. While we were winding our way back, Brad called asking if I would be in his wedding next summer, guess I did a better job then I thought keeping my departure under wraps --forget Carmen Sandiego.
After an uneventful bus ride, we arrived in Florence about 2 hours later and made a stop at the top of the road leading down into the city, it was quite a view. There were some portable bleacher seating from some kind of show earlier, and some replica David statures adorned the side of the bluff here. Finally we checked into our hotel. Being the night owls we are, we went out for dinner about 830pm at the restaurant “Resturante”. I had fettuccine with clams(still in the shell) and fried potatoes, what a way to start the night off. Around 11 we headed of for, you guessed it, the Discoteche of course(Space Electronic I think was the name). Where else would a party animal like me go? Plus the odds were not in my favor to talk my way out of it.=) It was actually a pretty interesting place, with karaoke downstairs and a dance floor upstairs with a catwalk around the perimeter of the room. Of course my secret of being rhythmically challenged got out and I was drug upstairs for awhile. After some guy got hit hard in the face and was bleeding pretty bad, I decided it was best to head back to the singing-- or so I thought. While I avoided any serious physical harm, everyone thought it would be a great idea to turn my into a sandwich. My first thought was, well at least everyone else it to busy singing and getting drinks at the bar to notice. Just then, flash, click, silent shutter, every camera in thee room decided it was a Kodak moment and snapped a picture of me. I wonder how long it will take that to circulate the world. As the night wound to a close a few people tried some absinthe which make the walk back interesting, and me glad I was a designated walker. Got back to the hotel about 3am.
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