September 29, 2009
September 27, 2009
September 24, 2009
Overall, Siena to us was what I think Florence is to everyone else. Beerman and I keep talking about why I dislike Florence the way I do. I mean, the food is absolutely spot-frickin'-on, the art is amazing... but the tourists are tripping over one another. It's kind of like the French Quarter in New Orleans. It's always felt so fake to me... Siena, on the other hand, while still tourist-laden, feels like the real deal to me. Laundry hanging from the windows, real people moving about their days, and real life happening. Ahhhh... refreshing.
I can't believe we leave tomorrow night for Munich to go home. Such a drag. But I think we have to go home to pay for this trip. Damn. I hate that part.
September 23, 2009
September 21, 2009
To end the night with Swiss cheese fondue.
But then it's off to Florence on the night train.