We arrived at Emanuela's house about 9 km outside Florence. She is a fantastic host and very friendly and hospitable. She gave us instructions to catch the number 37 bus to get to Florence and we were quite excited to see this beautiful city.
It was a magnificent place with marble buildings everywhere, but there were thousands and thousands of people. We decided we wouldn't spend too much time there and come in another day.
At 3pm a thunderstorm started and the heavens opened. We got soaked. We waited at the bus stop for 2 hours and kept thinking we were at the wrong place so we walk to another spot and asked a someone about the bus. No, everything was OK. Then after asking numerous people, someone said that the no 37 bus was held up because of floods(the worst for 30 years). There were no taxi's and so we started to walk in another direction to see if the bus was going from another stop, then we saw the no. 37 bus and we asked to get on, but the bus driver said NO, not here, in sign language - Italian style - what ever that is. BUT WHERE - we signed and she pointed down the road. We ran so fast. It must be 20 years since I'd ran for a bus and I don't think tony had ever ran for a bus. We thought we'd missed it and then when we turned the corner there it was and we just caught it.
It was one of those feelings - i don't know how we are going to get home and out of this situation, but I know tonight we will be back at Emanuala's and we did. We didn't go back to Florence.
It was a magnificent place with marble buildings everywhere, but there were thousands and thousands of people. We decided we wouldn't spend too much time there and come in another day.
At 3pm a thunderstorm started and the heavens opened. We got soaked. We waited at the bus stop for 2 hours and kept thinking we were at the wrong place so we walk to another spot and asked a someone about the bus. No, everything was OK. Then after asking numerous people, someone said that the no 37 bus was held up because of floods(the worst for 30 years). There were no taxi's and so we started to walk in another direction to see if the bus was going from another stop, then we saw the no. 37 bus and we asked to get on, but the bus driver said NO, not here, in sign language - Italian style - what ever that is. BUT WHERE - we signed and she pointed down the road. We ran so fast. It must be 20 years since I'd ran for a bus and I don't think tony had ever ran for a bus. We thought we'd missed it and then when we turned the corner there it was and we just caught it.
It was one of those feelings - i don't know how we are going to get home and out of this situation, but I know tonight we will be back at Emanuala's and we did. We didn't go back to Florence.
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