My week away from Rome was a crazy adventure in many senses. It started out all right. We (my two travel buddies and I) went to Siena first, for the day, where it rained. The rain, however, was not to bad. Just a pain in the butt. Then, we decided to take an earlier train into Venice. The night train was a bad idea, but this might have been slightly worst. We met two random boys at the Venice Train Station (St. Lucia), which was actually the best part. Then, while trying to find their hostel, we got lost in Venice. Then, because we had no hostel (since we had planned to sleep on the night train), we slept in a tunnel in the rain. Record setting rain, in fact. Needless to say, we were soaked. We arrived in Milan on one piece, but someone’s money got stolen, so she had to head home with my other travel buddy. So I headed alone to Florence. It was absolutely stunning.
Now, I am back in Rome, and it is raining again. Seriously, what a let down. Let’s hope that my next trip works out better. Knock on wood.