"Wake up! You're going to miss your flight! Wake the hell up" I exclaimed to Boston! She had a flight at 9am and said she needed to leave he hostel at 6:30 or so. Well, it was now 7:30. As she hurried to get up, compose herself, and pack the remainders of her luggage, she left to the airport sans a shower. I'm sure that felt FANTASTIC. I, on the other hand, got to go back to sleep. Ah, the hostel is pretty great here in Florence. Not only was it clean, but I slept like a baby. If I remember
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