Florence

After some late night shenanigans the night before, Mr Drury followed through with his threat of waking us all at 5:30 am. YAAAWWWN!!! By 6:30 we were on our coach on our way to Charles De Gaulle Airport. There were some sad looking customers as we awaited our flight even Callum showed his dislike for early morning starts!

After booking into our palacial accom in Florence (which involved a number of people having to top and tail -yes, for real.) We stretched the legs and grabbed a bite of lunch before being met by Michael Lee.

Michael Lee was a cross between Andy Dick and Andy Warhol, and to our ears, sounded like Scottish born Canadian who had migrated to Italy to be a history teacher, failed, and then bought a small (cheap) microphone set to tour groups around his beloved city. He lead the group with a grace and sense of self worth that would intimidate even the hardest of souls. He would ask, and answer, non-retorical questions with numbing precison and the dryest of wit.

After returning from our three hour (WALKING) tour of Florence, we then headed to a Pizzeria owned by Mario, brother of our host Luigi. The dinner was an exemplary example of Italian cuisine, the same could not be said, however, for the breakfast lovingly served by Luigi the next morning. But we still love him to bits.