Only the Good Die Young

Billy Joel, "you may be right", but with my current life itinerary I'm about to start feeling like I'm going to die. Despite a half-day-long bus strike, yesterday after class several of us struck out into Florence to check out the nightlife. We ended up at a bar named "Twice", which we were convinced was pronounced "twee-chay". In fact, it was pronounced "twice".* DI spent the night working the room but had to resort to a promise to friend prospective cuties on Facebook once returning to the Villa due to his continuing lack of a phone, and we girls relied on ABe* and PK to keep the Italian men at bay. Due to the rather unfortunate (and apparently uncoordinated - they only striked during non-rush hours for one day, which made us wonder if perhaps the workers just wanted to play hookey and inventively decided to abuse a political play) bus strike, we spent quite a bit of time trying to locate taxis and cajole them into taking us all the way back to the Villa. One of the cab drivers - mine, sadly - possessed a wildly incorrect mental map of Via Vecchia Fiesolana and repeatedly drove past the same address, insisting it was the Villa. It was not.

Nonetheless, we did eventually arrive back at home base and got to bed at about 4am. We slept for a painfully short time - it was more of a tease than anything - before stumbling back up the hill to Fiesole and heading to Siena for the day. I have lists of the sites and paragraphs upon paragraphs to write, but seeing as it's currently 2:30am and I have agreed to be downstairs ready to go at 9:30am tomorrow (Pisa and then more of Florence!), I believe I need to be a little more good than bad (Billy, I'm going to risk dying young) and get a good night of sleep. I'll make sure to write all about Siena before I leave in the morning.

P.S. - no bag yet, but after extensive calculations I have determined that the conversion to Italy time means it should be here by Tuesday. Updates abounding in the next few posts, I'm sure.

*Perhaps unsurprisingly, this has not deterred us from referring to it as "twee-chay".
*Due to some similar initials among some of the guys in the program, I've decided to be a bit more specific. I do wish I didn't feel a need to be so concerned about the dangers of identity theft and stalking being made easier by blogging. Did you get that, perverts? You're cramping my style.