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.
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