Travelling

Athens metro is nice. My flight was a little delayed, but it was fine and I got on the bus to the central station in Milan. The ride there sucked because the little Italian kid behind me wouldn’t stop yelling and his parents wouldn’t say anything and I was about to be that American. I missed my first train so I had to sit there for three hours, which sucked because it was cold but I read one of the books that Uncle Mike gave me. I went from Milan to Verona, no Montagues or Capulets, then got a connector to Florence. This ride was interesting because I was in a cabin car with five Italians, who talked for the entire time, even though it was from 3 AM til 7 AM. I didn’t mind that much and apparently they thought that I was Italian or something because they decided to ask me a question in the middle of their conversation and I’m sure my face just went duhhhhhh. They didn’t speak much English or Spanish so I was SOL. We communicated that I was tall and where I was going, but that’s about it. I could understand a lot of what they were talking about but definitely couldn’t contribute. They were talking about the regional differences in dialects which was interesting, because sometimes someone would use a word and the other wouldn’t know what it meant. Then I got to Florence and got my connector to Siena and slept the whole way. I took the bus to my hotel and it is amazing. The streets are so narrow and the buildings are pretty tall so it feels very crowded. I met some girls from the program and we went to breakfast, then walked around for a while, so the Campo and Il Duomo. I decided to come back and take a nap before we were all supposed to meet at four.