Wednesday the 16th was the morning we left Firenze for
Dinner was at the hostel, because breakfast and dinner are included in our price. It’s pasta and really cheap wine. Really cheap. Like, I like wine, but I almost can’t drink it. Or maybe I’m just picky. Yeah, that’s probably it. Maggie laughed at me when I drank it and then said that it wasn’t that great. “Well, no, but I’ve had worse,” she replied. :P Of course you have. Oh Maggieness. But the pesto pasta was yummy. After dinner, which we ate with friends of Ariel’s from the Hebrew University (the second group from Israel which we met, the first had been in Florence, also staying at the same hostel), the three of us headed to a mini market to get our allowance of crackers, bread, salami, oranges, and nutella. Ariel drank half a bottle of tea in front of a sign declaring eating and drinking in the store to be absolutely forbidden, and Maggie and I bought juice cartons. I thought I loved the oranges….now I also love Italian orange juice in a box. It’s in the fridge right now, and the box is more than half gone. You have no idea how much I want to get up and go get it right now. So much. Yum.