16/5 Pisa

Caught the train from Venice to Florence, and managed to find our spartan hostel (not even a kettle), which is run by a little old lady who screamed at us in Italian when we asked her questions. We woke up and caught the train from Florence to Pisa, where we ambled down to the square with the leaning tower. It was a beautil warm day, and we goodheartedly tackled the crowds to pose for the obligitary tourist photos.