It doesn't matter where you serve, but how you serve. - David O. McKay
I
am definitely learning this lesson, this week. It has been a rough
start from the very beginning. Leaving the other sorelle, Quintypoops,
Haslem and Miller was very tough, as we have grown to be best friends in
our 2 transfers together. From there, 4 of us sisters, loaded ourselves
onto a train to Firenze. The local gypies sneakily put all our luggage
(mine was the lightest might i say and i only had 3 pieces, go me!)
above our heads on the train. Well 4 hours later after an hour delay we
are approaching our stop accept, wait, no one told was where to get off
or where to meet our companions (this is why 19 year old elders should
not be in charge of people's travel plans.....) So in a frantic, sorella
smart and I begin pulling everyone's luggage down when the bag slips
her grip and......pulls the emergency breaks and the train comes
screatching to a halt....angry conductor comes hallering and whooping
down the hallway and when he see's us starts demanding 500 £. (that is
more than all 4 of our MONTHLY allowances). So as she is grumbling about
the "rich american girls on vacation on daddy's card" we pull out our
visas, speak to him in Italian and he walks away in a huff, never to be
seen again. Meno male. So, then the train doesn't even stop at
firenze------so we travel an hour south of firenze, oh what up ROME!
oops. So we jump off at the next stop, i rush to get return tickets for
all of us, load back onto another train and finally end up in
firenze...where we wait 2 hours for further directions. We ended up
staying the night at got to bed at 1130pm. the next morning up and out
and we arrive in Pisa.
The tower leans way more than it looks....