A Day with No Meaning, Really

So today was a trip that really was sort of a transition/travel day between Venice & Florence. Half-day here, half-day there. Turns out, there is really nothing special when you split a day right down the middle like that. Don't have much time to do something during the day or at night because the day is pretty much shot when you spend 3 hours on a train right smack dab in the middle.

So long story short, Les and I spend the morning in Venice walking around time one more time to take in the good weather and scenery. I try to wake up and do this picture tour around the island, but it's at 930 in the morning, and I'm allergic to waking up early. I think it probably would have been cool though. Oh yeah, remember when I said earlier that Venice is sinking? Well, probably faster than I thought. St Marks Square is starting to flood with water...so much in fact that they've put in tables and walkways for people to walk over. Yikes.

Onto the train at 2pm, and we make the 2 hr ride to old Florence. Florence is where the Renaissance started, so if you picture the artists/painters of the old school like Michaelangelo or Donatello or the other ninja turtles, that's what its like. Small cobble stone, red roof buildings, tight spaces, and lots of artsy stuff going on. But we don't see much of it, because its raining like crazy and we head to the hotel with our ponchos.

Not much time to do much except for freak out about the weather and hope for better tomorrow, and grab some dinner from a Tuscany restaurant. Fiorentino steak = good stuff. They actually cooked the rare meat to perfection (no send-back needed this time). Find a internet cafe and find out that USC lost to Washington. What is up with those guys, anyways? But at least Cal won a road game this year, and I'm starting to get excited about our tix to USC.