sweet sweet Firenze

I’m back in Firenze now and am thinking back to this morning and realize now that it was pretty much a big blur. It went something like this:
3:30AM – wake up in total darkness… 5 minutes later alarm goes off (I always do the wake-up-5-minutes-before-the-alarm thing. It’s weird)
4:00AM – fall into taxi wearing ½ of my outfit from the night before and sweatpants (first time I’ve worn sweats in public since I’ve been here)
4:20AM – get on bus and sleep/sit there dazed at the fact that it’s still totally dark outside
5:30AM – get to airport and decide I hate RYANAIR for having only 1 flight out of Brussels to Pisa today and it’s at 6:30AM
5:30AM – pump sets off metal detector (first time ever) and I’m escorted to a little curtained room to get checked for, I don’t know… knives? Bombs? C’mon look at me. I’m far from dangerous.
5:40AM – Dan gets drunk off of Passion (something like Malibu) and Fanta
6:30AM – plane takes off and I realize, yet again, how much I hate flying
7:30ish AM – sun finally comes up (one of the most vivid oranges I have ever seen) and we pass over the snowy Alps which was an awesome sight also
8:15ish AM – land in Pisa and awkwardly stand in parking lot waiting for our bus to Firenze
8:40AM – get on bus and pass out for entire ride
9:45ish AM – arrive at Firenze bus station and say bye to Ben and Laura then start the long walk to my apartment with Dan
10:10ish AM – start to get grumpy and tired when Dan makes me stop so he can admire a Lamborghini
AND FINALLY 10:35 AM – walk through the front door of my apartment, lay on my bed, and pass out.

It’s good to be home.