Not much to say today..

Today was relatively uneventful. I got up this morning and went to the laundry mat. From there, I headed to The Oil Shoppe - second day in a row - to take away a cheap meal. I dropped off my clothes, ate my delicious salad and headed off to site see.

First I went to the Santa Croce Church, a 14th century Franciscan church that houses the tombs of Galileo Galilei and Michelangelo among others. At this point, I realized I didn't have my camera, assumed I left it in the room and continued on to the Pitti Palace. With three separate museums and two gardens, this is a grand place. I toured the Royal Apartments, the Modern Art Gallery and the Costume gallery. So much art - sculptures, paintings, frescoes.. I can't keep it all straight. By this time (6:00), my feet hurt! I cannot remember a time when they have ever hurt like this from walking in Converse (or anything flat for that matter). Time to head back to the B&B.

Once back, I began researching tomorrow's stop: Milan. After figuring out a few things to do, I started packing and thought to look for my camera. Couldn't find it. I tore my small room apart in vain. I think I am the victim of a pick-pocket. Ugh. Poor criminal must have had bad karma. Most of you probably know how worn out my camera is; in fact, I dropped again at the Australian's apartment.. Now the front of the case is falling off. Not to mention the huge grey spot on the screen. He may have stolen a Canon camera, but odds are he won't get a cent for it. If he gives it to his nephew, the kid will probably throw it back at him, thinking the gift is a joke. I am grateful that he only got the camera, which is nearly worthless, and not my wallet. Whew.

Needless to say, I have no photos to share today.

After calming down and cooling down, I head to Trattoria "da Giorgio" recommended by my South Carolina friends and Rick Steve's. What a great place! I had a three course meal for 14€ and made two new friends, Emily and James from Nottingham, England! We found a nearby pub and enjoyed wine/beer while listening to a Florentine (weirdly) cover familiar old songs and crazy Italian ones. We had a great time.

Although my wallet's zipper broke, I lost my camera and my feet are dead, today was not an awful day. I'm in Italy, remember?! Tomorrow I am off to visit my friend Marco Polli in Milan. I met him in high school when he did a foreign exchange at Vancleave High. I can't wait!