The morning began with a trip to the well-known city of Pisa. Again, as in every other tourist attraction, the Leaning Tower was crowded with people walking everywhere. As before, small and temporary shops are set up along the streets trying to sell the same items for the greatest bargain. They have items not only of the Leaning Tower, but also a variety of other tourist attractions like Venezia, Firenze, and Roma. It is hard to discern the differences of the objects in these shops; mostly everything is the same or a variation of the same items. Vendors again come into the streets with a quick "Buon guorno" and ask if the lucky person they have chosen wants a purse, wallet, or a pair of sunglasses.

Before leaving the Leaning Tower of Pisa, I visited the medieval-looking church beside it and studied the exterior of the baptistry. For some reason, cameras are not allowed in certain places, such as the church, but people don't seem to get the hint and continue with flash photography. Besides that, the stained-glass windows are truly remarkable and the paintings from hundreds of years ago still remain.

Back in Firenze, I went to a museum featuring the paintings of Sandro Botticelli. The paintings were magnificent, mostly portraying religious settings. A whole room was dedicated to Madonna and the child Jesus, usually with angels around the infant. All of these paintings were 13th century works and in good condition for their age.

It is difficult for me to believe that Firenze will be left behind tomorrow morning. I don't feel that it has been as nice as Venezia, but it's been fun listening to the celebrating outside as a football (soccer) game has been won and the locals are cheering; horns are now beeping excitedly outside the hotel as the cars speed by. People are screaming and yelling in the streets; a majority of these people are drunk.

I am still learning more Italian, some of which I may have been better off not knowing. Word on the street (or atleast within my group) is that Bafongola means "F" you, and when one says Delicia they mean "Delicious One". The slang of Italians... every teenager of any identity is entitled to know them. Some people are coming back from partying right now, and all I can say is that some of these people are crazy!