Up early as our train leaves at 8:45. Today we will be on the fast train operated by Trentalia’s competitor Italo. We leave out of Station Girabaldi. It is our first time there. The station is more modern than some of the other ones we have seen. This train runs at speeds of 210 mph. It has vending machines, wifi and a cart person selling sandwiches and other food items. We arrive in Florence at 10:30. Departing we step out into a sea of people. Boy what a difference a week can make. The schools have finally let out and now they are taking the family on holiday.
We look for the left baggage building and no one seems to know where it is. We go to the bancomat and my travel card is declined. Oh No! We try calling the bank back home but they are. closed.
We finally find the luggage depot and leave everything but our backpacks. Heading out we walk to find the Duomo, the famous Cathedral in Florence.We walk and we walk. Finally we turn a corner and see it. Talk about impressive. We find our way in and Christopher starts shooting pictures.
After we finish we head back to the train station to find where to get our bus ticket for our trip to the Watchtower B&B. I’ll tell you the language barrier will drive you crazy. It can’t be that hard right? How many ways can straight ahead mean? We find the bus counter ; than head for the toilette. The door is locked and it says 60 euros. You mean we have to pay to pee? Yes you do but they give you a packet of tissue as you walk in.
Now we are on the bus headed out of Florence to our accommodations. The owner said the house was about 20 mins outside of Florence. Well this bus kept going and going. At one stop a inspector jumps on and checks tickets. Several did not purchase tickets or validate them and are fined. The inspector heads to the back of the bus where 5 Japanese people are sitting. He starts rapidly waving their tickets running to the driver and getting all excited. They are on the wrong bus! We are now 40 mins outside of Florence. We feel bad for them.
The bus stops in San Donato. We look at each other like okay what now. They tell us we are at our stop. This isn’t like the pictures on the website. We are in a small small town. The local meat market/deli doesn’t open for 15 more minutes. We seat at a bench and wait. People walk by, the locals, and just stare. When they open we order bread, salami and cheese.
Heading down the hill per directions from our host, we arrive at the bottom of a VERY steep driveway. Can I make it up with this backpack and pulling my carry on? This is aerobic to say the least. We get to the front and it looks like the Munsters’ castle. I’m doubting my choice here.
Okay it says walk to the far left and enter the door with the heart on it. We do and it is locked with no key.
Christopher heads out to find cell reception and call the owner as to where is the key. I reach above the heart on the door and viola! there is the key. I proceed inside and find the light switch. Now walking up the many stairs the light goes out and at the same time a resident cat screams ‘meow”. I jump, and it is dark. Where is Christopher?. This place seems really rustic. I turn the light back on and find another door with more stairs.
You can’t believe how many nooks and crannies in this place but at the top of the stairs, pull rope and all, is the top of the tower with a 360 degree view of Tuscan Florence.
We shall see what the night brings. Seems spooky to me.the wind blows through the cracks of the windows. As they say life is an adventure and today has been one.