Well this was the sad day of departure for Florian. After leaving each other in Berlin (me going to Poland), almost in Slovenia (before I hitched), Berlin again (I wasn't going to Lithuania), once again Berlin (Oktoberfest), and AGAIN in Berlin ( after the trip to the Embassy hell) this was not a new feeling. It wasn't a nice one, but it didn't even really register until later that night. My parents and I left the train station and they kept asking if I was okay. I was still processing though! Acted like I was okay, but I was not in the mood for tons of sightseeing.
We ate, then went on a "hop on hop off" tour bus. That was nice because I didn't have to talk much. It went up to this hill that Floh said would be nice to go to, and he was right it was quite nice!! We sat at a cafe and I drank a milkshake for comfort food. We went back to the city and I went for a walk with my mom while dad lay down. Eventually we went back to the hotel to rest before our last dinner in Florence.
We went back to that yummy steak place since it was sooo good. Unfortunately just the three of us showing up there when last time it was four sped up some of the processing time, and I was starting to get mopey. I think I hid it okay though. Hope so. We had to drive to Venice tomorrow, then I was going to take an overnight train to Croatia then an 8-9 hour bus to Bosnia. I had a lot of traveling ahead of me, so I had to try to rest.
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