31 Days of Traveling to Europe: Day 23 - Our Last Day in Florence


An artist creative way of decorating a no entry sign

The first thing we saw today was Michelangelo's David. It was so beautiful and amazing. We made a quick run to check out of one hotel and check into another one and went to the Uffizi Gallery. This place was huge but we saw as much of it as we could.


Brunelleschi's Dome reflected in the windows of the Uffizi.

Here are some more sights of Florence.

When we headed to the hotel to meet up with our tour group, things got a little nerve wracking. We met our guide and he knew nothing about us going to Rome after Venice. We discovered that instead of being at the beginning of a three-day tour, we were joining a ten-day tour that was going on to Milan after Venice. He tried to calm our concerns and told us that he would contact his office first thing in the morning but we had to figure out a way to prove that the company was supposed to provide transportation to Rome for the two of us.

We tried to enjoy our dinner and get to know some of our travel companions. There were friends from Sydney, Australia; a mother and daughter from Perth, Australia; and grandparents and a granddaughter from Conroe, Texas. Our meal was good but we had knots in our stomach worrying about how we were going to get to Rome.

I don't know what we would have done without the very kind young woman who was working at the hotel's front desk. We paid 5 euros for 20 minutes of Internet, found the tour information online, emailed the link to the hotel desk, the woman printed it off for us, and we gave it to the tour guide. We then went upstairs for a restless night of sleep.

Lesson learned - bring all documentation with you. All of it. Hopefully the issue will be resolved first thing in the morning tomorrow and we can enjoy Venice.

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