Piece of Pisa

When last we spoke, I had spent all day Saturday in Florence. I got up at 5:45 on Sunday, left for the train station around 6, stopped by Mcdonalds for a quick breakfast (it was the only thing open at that time, don't judge) and then got to the train station for a 7 am train to Pisa. Got to Pisa around 7:45, and headed for the tower, which opened at 8:30. Here's some photos:

Baptistery, Basilica, Tower

Wild rhino appears. Don't remember there being one of those in the Gospels, but they felt it necessary to add to the door

Not sure if I love or loath the googly eyes on Mary

The Tower

Giant blue head in the museum at Pisa. I was in a hurry, so I didn't read who, what, or why this thing is

Pisa was kind of nice, even though everyone complains about it. I didn't climb the tower, but I've taken a very lazy approach to climbing towers these days. Every city has at least one tower/church/hill/fort/staircase that "you have to climb." Florence had three. I climbed the one with the best view, and chose to spend my time doing other things. The tower of Pisa is not tall, let me just dispel that rumor. It's a short structure, which surprised me, but it offered no view, I was carrying my backpack, and was short on time, so I didn't climb it. I then walked back to the train station and saw some not touristy stuff.

I could be friends with the driver of this car

I've never seen a European dress like this. Just saying

Vittorio Emmanuele, a national hero

So I've decided to stretch this one step farther and give Siena it's own post tomorrow. Soccer yesterday went poorly. I let in four goals, two of which were my own foolishness. I'm a little rusty, but will keep working at getting better. We only scored one (technically two, but one was an own goal), but you're not going to win many games if you let in four goals. There's always next week. Have a great evening!