There was a negative moment that marred the day, but only briefly. The marathon through the city had made an interesting aside, as they ran back and forth through streets, streets we had to cross. You took your life in your hands, they would not stop for anything - and I mean anything!
I was pretty disgusted with the runners by the end of the day. A frantic ambulance with flashing lights and sirens blazing waited to cross a road and not one runner would stop. After several minutes, a few locals tried to stop the runners - eventually some of the ambulance occupants climbed out of the ambulance, with extremely stressed faces, and tried to stop the runners. It was shame the police had to become involved.
I was stunned. Someone could be dying, in any event, someone was seriously hurt and needed help quickly - yet, they would not stop.
I was appalled at the time, but later, sitting with throbbing feet and weary limbs, the glorious sights we’d seen over-rode all negative feelings. We climbed into bed and instantly was asleep. The loudest thunderstorm and torrential rain and hail woke us up. Floods of water ran down the bank, snow piled up around the cabin and our beds shook. But we were safe and dry and soon fell back to sleep.
Leaving Florence was a nightmare of beeping horns, roadworks, and a zillion people with dead-pan expressions all unhappily trying to drive somewhere extremely important. After an hour we were back on clear, fast roads. It was time to head home.
‘Let’s have a quick look at the Leaning Tower of Pisa.’
We tapped the destination into the TomTom and scooted off beneath the sun to Pisa.
Next: Therapy Part Two!