Pack your bags, we're going to Milan, or: It's so hot... milk was a bad choice!

Ok, I didn't actually see Milan. But it is super hot. Let's catch up. I parted ways with Mike and Kirsten (first train I've had to RUN for... with a backpack... not winning friends looking like that...) but I made it. Got in to Genova, checked in to the hostel, and realized that my plan of day tripping to Milan was hosed because it was too late already. So I checked out a little of Genova before calling it a night. The next morning, I got on a train headed for Florence. Actually, I was headed for this little podunk town halfway between Florence and Sienna called Castelfiorentino (not on a map, don't bother looking) because there was a hostel there for cheap, and then I could daytrip both cities. After checking in, I ran back into Florence and checked out the evening life (not night life, since my hostel has a midnight curfew. Thumbs down). Crashed, and met my roommate, aka the only other person in the hostel. The next morning, he went into Florence, while I checked out Pisa. Instead of getting a lame picture of me pretending to hold up the tower, I have formed a photo album of pictures of other people looking like idiots, trying to hold up the tower (shown above). It was a fun activity while eating my lunch on the lawn. The afternoon was spent in Florence. I wanted to see the David, but the line was two hours, so I put it off for a day. My plan was to come pack in the morning and see it then. I went to the science museum to see some of Gallileo's toys, but was closed, as was St. Corce church, here is buried along with Micaelangelo and Machiavelli. More things for the next day. As it was getting late, I returned to the hostel, did some laundry in the sink, and went to bed. And it is incredibly hot, and sweat never stops. So today, I ran into Florence and headed for the David. And the line was twice as long. So, I took a picture of a naked guy who's name is David. Not really. Well, ok, I actually have, but that's another story, and it was a long time ago. I did make it to the science museum and St. Corce, they were stunning. Then I hopped a train to Sienna, and checked out that place. (this is getting long) Sienna was cool. It is days before the famous SomeItalianWord Race, which is a huge deal. Parades, drum lines, and dancing abounded. It was fun. And I saw the whole city in an afernoon. So now I'm back in Castelfiorentina, and I'm about to make dinner (aka, half a loaf of bread, half a brick of cheese) and call it a day. Next time: Roman the Countryside, or In Search of the Original Ceaser Salad.