Welcome to the Campsite

How to be completely random:

choose to stay at a campsite in pisa sharing a single wide trailer with strangers. Most hysterical lodging experience to date and i dont think that anything will top it. I literally could not stop laughing when we entered our home for the next few days last night. (post discovering the completely confusing experience that is the bus system of pisa. this system granted us the wonderful experience of wandering around the city at 2200.)
A little about "warbler c-1"
-the bedroom does not have room for sven...he is currently wedged between the beds...halfway under. i think to get him out i have to dump ALL the contents and then repack.
-hannahs bed completely blocks the door...followed by a 6" space and then my bed against the far "wall" (a paper thin piece of mystery material that i almost put my elbow through last night post tripping my way to my bed.) It is impossible to enter the room without falling. impossible.
-the toilet is in a closet with a strategically placed window so the neighbors can feel like theyre in there with you.
-the shower...see above explanation of the toilet. add a skylight above that drops tree and bug debris on you whilst you wash.

the redeeming quality of this place is that:
a. its 800 meters from the tower
b. it has live music, randomly enough, every night at 2100...and a pool, which is nice, since the weather yesterday when we passed through florence at 5 pm was 102 degrees with 100 percent humidity. its a killer!!

anyways, other than the hysterical factor of the campsite, its pretty nice. its deffinately better than some hostels...super clean which is really all that matters.


We went up into the leaning tower today which was such a wierd feeling!!! its so wierd to be going upstairs and at the same time feel like youre going down them. All of the stairs are marble...so on the downward slant you better make sure you dont slide!! (if i was in my flip-flops i would have been toast!! haha!) The last flight of stairs was so narrow...both my shoulders almost touched the side walls. The view of the piazza from the top was amazng though. Coming back down that staircase was a tad nerve-racking. haha. It was almost a walk-up, slide-down scenario. Thankfully my complete clutz status did not choose to surface there, unlike the louvre where i slid down 5 stairs (wretched old navy flip-flops)... marble is brutal!! ;)

Tuscany is beautiful so far. Tomorrow we are going to cinque terre and florence...which im really looking forward to. I hear that cinque terra is amazing!!

Italian men are quite the experience as well. A typical encounter:
-Hannah and i are walking down the street minding our own buisiness...
-we hear some italian stallions yelling behind us
-we ignore and keep walking...we know they are talking to us, even though theyre not speaking english
-they catch up to us...and figure out that we cannot speak italian...so they in their infinite ego, begin to "speak inglese"...which consists of a few rudimentary phrases...which they figure is all they need. they are as follows:
"where are you from? america?? AAAAAAAAAAAAHH!"
"you are very beautiful, yes...very beautiful"
"you take a picture with me..." followed by a wink and a kiss blown your direction.
"i take you out tonight"

my favorite is the complete shock on their face when you tell them they cant take you out...they are appalled!!! how can their charming smile, and the constant uttering of "bella, bella" not be working??? How can they be getting turned down??? it is a mystery...but what is no longer a mystery is the reason they are all so buff. this is beacuse they carry around their egos all day...and that is a hefty challenge.

All this to say that italy is an interesting eperience...but we love it!! The culture here is so fun...wake up late, lounge around in cafes all day long, and then wander into a resturant around 8 or 9 pm and eat till 11. My kind of place. :)