Every morning I have to wake up and thank God that I am on this amazing voyage. This morning, I woke up to the beautiful landscape of Florence and I couldn't but praise God for this amazing love and grace. Everywhere I look I see the amazing beauty that He created and I find myself in awe. I just had to walk outside the little balcony of the hostel and just look out at the horizon and soak in everything that I saw.
After that fun little excursion, we all went to the leather district and did some more shopping. I had to buy some Murano glass pendants for mom and friends so I went out to do some bargain shopping. I'm not the best negotiator of prices, but I have to say I think I did pretty well. I was able to get several times more than 50% off, so that made me happy. I'm not going to say all that I bought because one, you'd be shocked, and two, some of you will be getting these gifts and I want to keep it a surprise. :)
After the shopping, LaCona and I headed towards Pisa and Cinque Terre while our other friend Holly went back to Rome. If any of you have been to Pisa, you know that there's not much there other than the Leaning Tower of Pisa. It was a pretty quick 2-hour trip. After taking our very touristy pictures, we went on the hunt for Leaning Tower of Pisa bottle of olive oil for one of our fellow LLCs. Everywhere we went there were bottles of alcohol but not of olive oil. It was so crazy. It just made me think about how many of our students would try to get these bottles of alcohol back onto the ship. :(
Next, we headed to Cinque Terre. Cinque Terre means "Five Towns," which is exactly what makes-u the area. We first took the train La Spezia and then took a smaller train to the Riomaggiore, which is the town that we were going to spend the night before hiking the other 4 towns. It was at Riomaggiore where LaCona and I met up with Kevin, a fellow LLC.
Riomaggiore is such a cute little town. It was the perfect town to spend the night. After hiking up to the hostel, which was the highest point of the town, we dropped our stuff off and went to grab some dinner. Quick trivia for my fellow foodies, pesto's birthplace is in the Cinque Terre region...so all I had on my agenda for dinner was to have some great pesto and I can say I was not disappointed. We befriended an older woman, who owns a hostel in town, and she pointed us to a small local restaurant. The food was great, but trying to order food with our very very limited Italian was quite interesting.
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