Woke up today and ate a big, beautiful breakfast for hostel standards, and headed off to the stazione to see about a train to Florence. I decided to save the mosaics for another trip. I couldn’t help but feel Rick Steve’s judgmental eyes looking down at me, ashamed that I would come all the way to Ravenna and not see the sights. Whatever, I look at is a reason to come back. I really enjoyed Ravenna. It was a great mixture of city, beach, and farmlands. My bike ride was amazing, and I could’ve spent a few days there just enjoying the quiet beach and the good reasonably priced food. Allora, my journey to Florence took me all day. I had to transfer trains in Bologna, and my train was delayed a half an hour. I wasn’t all that bothered by it, but for some reason whenever I have all of my stuff, little things add up and make my day more difficult. One of the major downs to traveling alone is that when you have to pee, or you want to run over and check a train schedule or pretty much do anything that would only take a second if you didn’t have a huge backpack and a rolly bag, it ends up taking forever and a ton of muscle because you have to drag all of your stuff instead of asking your friend to watch it for you.
Traveling on the weekend was a casino! (That’s what the Italians call a messy, logistical, nightmare) All of the trains were super packed and there was absolutely no legroom. It wasn’t the relaxing train ride I was looking forward to. However, the countryside made up for what the train was lacking. It was absolutely beautiful I found that everything everyone has ever said to me about the Tuscan hills is true. Out the window of the train I saw endless rolling fields, cypress trees, olive trees, and grapevines. Beautiful tangerine colored villas dotted the countryside. Fields of sunflowers glowed in the sunlight. It made me smile a deep smile of gratitude for my good fortune.
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