Ahh, my last day in Italy. It was rainy and cold. We checked out of our hotel but left our luggage there, and went to breakfast at the Jolly Cafe. Then, we went to the Galleria Accademia to see Michaelangelo's David, and some of his unfinished works. David is tall, much bigger than the size of a normal statue. He was outside for a long time but was moved to the gallery in the early 1900s. There was also a musical instrument museum which had a cool Chinese water bowl; when you put water on your hands and rubbed the handles it made an eerie singing sound. There wasn't much else to the museum, so we left after an hour and went to the leather market to buy some souveniers, and the Mercato centrale. The Mercato centrale is the local food market, and I found the best biscotti there...I wish I could have brought back more! Vanilla almond, mmmm. Then we had lunch along Via Roma before heading to the Uffitzi gallery. The Uffitzi gallery houses the Medici collection, and Botficelli's Birth of Venus and La Primavera, my favorite by him. We weren't allowed to take pictures, though. The gallery had a lot of art, but we were so tired and so sick of religious art at this point, it was hard to be there. We left sooner than intended and went to find Vivoli...it was open today, but crowded. The gelati was really good, but I don't know if I would say it was the best in the world. The rain was putting a serious damper on things, and we just wanted to sleep, so we went back to the hotel and tried plan to go see a movie. We didn't have enough time though, so we just wandered around in the rain and sat in a place called Astra caffe for awhile eating and drinking. Then, we began our long journey home. We went to the train station, got on a train to Pisa, transferred at Pisa centrale to go to the airport. Then, we had to wait awhile for our flight to board. The flight was fast, but it took forever at passport control in London. We missed the midnight coach bus home, so we had to wait for the next one. When we got on the bus, it was a bunch of people our age, and the driver put on 60s and 70s classic rock. I felt like we were on a journey to Woodstock or something. It was great to be so close...and then of course, the bus broke down at the first stop, London Liverpool. At least we were in the city, but we had to get off the bus and catch a taxi, which cost so much more than if we could have made it to the second stop. Our taxi was 20 pounds, and we had 21 on us, which I found to be hysterical in my delirious state. But we were back at Manson Place, finally. My Italian vacation was over, but I cannot wait to go back. This summer maybe????