Dash over to Florence for a sec

So the first night in Florence, right off the coach, some of the tour went into the city to jam to some karaoke. Always a good time. They had towers of beer (think brew tender from Maxwell's for you haligonians) which always ends awesomely, or badly depending how you look at it. I, of course, sang me some lady gaga. No ke$ha selection though, so that was mega disappointing.

The day in Florence started off with a tour through a leather shop. 200 Euro for a leather purse? No thanks. I'll take my chances with the street venders and save me some dough. They did teach me how to spot a fake though so thanks for that :). Then we had a walking tour through a couple for the florentian sites. Most long-winded tour guide. Ever. Took an hour and a half to show/talk to us about three sites. She redeemed herself with a good lunch spot recommendation though. Nom calzone! Our waiter asked us if we know about Jersey Shore (who, by the way, finished up in Florence THE DAY BEFORE we all went out there!! Seriously! Grrr! I wanted to meet me some Snooki). And he apparently loves them which was awesome.

Got myself a leather bag before leaving the city (of course). And then we had a Tuscan dinner including bruschetta, pasta, pizza and tiramisu. The only thing that was really good was one of the pastas. If I had my time back I would've taken my 30 Euro and gone elsewhere on my own.

Ended the night with a trip to the space disco. Weirdest drink paying system ever. You get a card when you enter (that's 50 Euro if you lose it) and the bartender marks off each drink you drink by it's cost and you cash out before you leave. Strange! The place had pretty good music, but I was just toast after yet another scorching day (seriously my east coaster body is finding this hard to handle). So headed her home early and grabbed a snooze.

For those of you who know about my obsession with going to the gym everyday, not going is killing me. Going to start running in the evenings now to at least try and maintain a smidgen of cardio when I get home. Then I'm totally jumping right into Insanity. I shall die. Also am completely unaware of how Italians eat all these carbs and aren't huge. Lots of walking? Who knows...