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Destination: Not this place, but it will do. We were up earlier than anyone else in the city, and it was obvious by how quiet everything was. The city bus was suppose to be at our stop just before 6 a.m. but never showed up. In a panic we began walking to the train station - a walk that should take roughly 40 minutes on a good day - but add a couple more when a backpack the size of an adolescent child is strapped to your back. We were cold, nervous, excited and hungry all in the same minute. We were going to miss the train we didn't book reservations for.A bus finally catches up to us and we hop on only to get off three stops later at the train station, unbeknownst to us that we would be right back on it in a matter of minutes. After hurrying inside, standing in line and realizing the bitter reality that is a full train, we were turned away in search of the next best thing: a Greyhound to Florence. Who would have known that the Italians have never heard of such a thing. Back to the hostel to rebook our cancelled beds, to dump our bags and figure out the day plan. A tour of Padova was in order; a picnic lunch, shopping the street vendors and taking in the beauty that is this beautiful authentic town. Sure, our itinerary was off by a day now, but we were able to take in everything this town had to offer us. The next day would send us to Florence, Sienna and Pisa. If we had looked into a crystal ball and seen the outcome of the roadblocks ahead of us, we might have done things differently. Posted by Bella at 10:42 PM# 0 Comments:
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