Ever stayed the night in the train station?

Well, have you?
We had a great day Wednesday exploring Florence a little. I stood in line at the Uffizi for an hour to see more religious paintings (gross), but was redeemed by the fact that I saw the two most beautiful Botticelli paintings: The birth of Venus and Primavera and missed out on the real reason I even went. All of the drawings by DiVinci and Rafael are closed to the public! They don't tell you that. Only opened via special request. Right. Suuuuucks!
Oh, well. There is a "second" original (which just doesn't make sense) of the David outside the gallery. So it goes.

The point is that we went to Lucca and then back to Milan.
We got in at 12:05 a.m. and all the buses to the airport have left. Ummm...sleeping in the train station? Yup.
Miserable. In the "Waiting Room" with the other waiters. There is actually a guy snoring.
Anyway, 4 a.m. with no sleep we catch the bus. Catch the plane. Catch a cold.
Charlie is snotty. I am clearly snotty, but also suffering from some strange digestive problems and constant sinus pressure. Anyway, it's a good place to recover.

Amsterdam is freaking great. Anna and Jesse end up in an apartment literally across the street from us, but I am too tuckered out to tell you all about that.

Regrettably there will be more stories to share.

Love you,
CCC