We stopped off at another autogrill and I swear I can’t eat anymore of this terrible food. White bread is awful! So I had a chocolate bar and a slightly above average (for Europe) coffee. We arrived in Florence and went to a leather and jewellery place, called Leonardo’s where they taught us how to spot fake leather. The guys said dodgy leather guys will tell you things like real leather is fire proof and then wave a cigarette lighter over it. Then he pointed out (in his thick Italian accent) that cows aren’t fire proof. Good one Italian guy.
There was some nice jewellery but a little out of our price range and also not a priority. Some of the others got some nice stuff though. Then it was free time until a walking tour later in the arvo. We ended up going to see the statue of David. Well the boys did. We lined up for ages and then Kara and I ducked off to the toilet and when we came back the queue had moved and the guys got an audience with Dave and we missed out. I was a bit cheesed off because they said it was really good. But it was €10 each anyway. We missed the walking tour because of David. But walked around with Geoff and saw all the same stuff anyway AND we got gelato. We met up with the rest of our tour after and went back to the campsite.
There was really big cabins which is good for couples. The man is really sick at the moment but we had our big tuscan dinner on which we’d already paid for. The place we were staying at had a pool so we had a dip (alright, the man had a dip and I stuck a toe in). Then the man went and had a nap while I had some large cheap Peroni beers with Geoff and the others as he was entertaining on his verandah. The Peroni longnecks were only €3.50! We headed off for our tuscan dinner which was average and not worth the €27.50 a head we paid. It was antipasto, pasta, chicken dishes and a dessert I couldn’t fit in.
After dinner we went to the ‘red garter’ an American bar. But the man looked truly awful, I felt so bad for him being so sick. Meanwhile the others had ordered a ‘tower of beer’ – 3.5 Litres of Heineken. After Peroni, Heineken tastes like wee, so I wasn’t much help drinking it. Actually Heineken tastes average most of the time anyway. Back to the campsite we went and there was another rendition of ‘living on a prayer’, then the man staggered off to bed. I went and had a beer and played some pool with the others.
Up early the next morning for a semi average breakfast. There was cold milk (yay!) but plastic cutlery. I give up. Off to Switzerland now.