Dinnertime

It felt like we waited forever for the local bus to take us back to the big pus park. After sweating off ten pounds in the close confines of the overcrowded but ecologically friendly city bus we finally reboarded Salvatore's air conditioned palace on wheels. Sure enough, half the bus was back asleep within a few minutes. When we returned to Florence we immediately went off to dinner. We ate at the same place Jurgen took us to the year before. I have no recollection of the name. It was on the second floor of a relatively modern building on the Via dei Neri. Last year it was very cool inside; this year the a/c was off and the windows were open. It was brutal. It "forced" me to order a bottle of Nastro Azzurro. The meal itself was pretty good. We started with pasta and sauce, followed by a salad and then pizza. As you can probably tell from the photo, it wasn't the best Italy had to offer, but at least it had lots of cheese. Dessert was fresh peaches (snore). Oh yeah, I also had another beer. After dinner we strolled around town again. Jurgen took part of the group back to the hotel. The rest of us went off on our own. The five of us did some window shopping then decided it was time to walk back to the hotel. When it was time to return to the hotel all of a sudden all of the people that supposedly knew the way back joined us for the walk back. I led us back on a somewhat circuitous route yet i knew exactly where we had to go. On the way back we bumped into Jurgen who told us we were lost. He told us to take a different road than the one we were on. When we went the way he said to go, we got temporarily lost. We ended up going way out of our way, but eventually Tyler and I got us back to the hotel.