back to Firenze

Today I’m too lazy to write paragraphs. Enjoy the bullet points:
-7:30: wake up feeling disgusting from last night’s charades at the Hungarian cafeteria
-8:30: decide dude at front desk sucks because of taxi incident
-9:30: arrive at Budapest airport and kiss Amelia goodbye (yea Wizz Air!)
-9:30-11:00: serious nap in airport
-11:15: check in and head to gate and get stuck sitting next to the fattest, mouth-breather, of a man I have ever seen
-13:00: flight from Budapest to Rome (hate planes)
-14:30: arrive in Rome and take tram to pick up luggage
-14:45: witness the largest luggage traffic jam on the conveyer belt I have ever seen (it’s the little things in life)
-15:30: take shuttle from airport to train station with the world’s worst driver ever
-16:52: train it from Rome to Firenze
-19:00: ride bus illegally without ticket to Villa Rossa
-19:15: walk home to Via Pepe

Blah blah blah… taxi + plane + tram + shuttle + train + bus + walk = home sweet home.