Our saga continues as we headed from Florence to Venice. Much to no surprise it was tough waking up at 10 am to get out of the hostel in Florence. It’s actually quite amazing that the woman didn’t try and kill us as we left the hostel. Sitting in the middle of the square looking at St. Croche on a mildly overcast day, while being hung-over (on fruit juice of course) I was able to experience something almost as awesome as Gustav back in Geneve (see green-fanny-pack-leotard man from a few posts below). I guess dancing and using gyration motions in a public square are a great style of dance in Europe, go figure We arrived in Venice, and it was raining. Below are the pictures from about a day and half in Venice.
The best part of the trip to Venice was probably the anticipation that Chris P. and I had leading up to the night train. Who knew that a train could be so exciting. Also, a quick shout out the Australian girls who recommended all the things for Capri.
