Italy: Day Eleven

So, I am officially worn out.
I was doing great at the beginning of the trip - running around all day and into the evenings. But now, I just feel exhausted as soon as I get up in the morning. Not that I'm not still enjoying Italy, though. Because I am. I'm just tired.
This morning, our last full day in Florence, we really didn't know what exactly to do. In case you're planning a trip here, here's a little tip: Florence is small! Six days? Too many. But we made it work for the most part.
We headed back to The Basilica of Santa Croce, which was actually open today. Inside, we got to see the burial places of some pretty incredible Italians: Michelangelo, Galileo, and Machiavelli, just to name a few. There are also gorgeous frescoes and all sorts of random beautiful religious art. As I think I have mentioned, I have had more than enough Jesus and Mary these past eleven days. More than enough to last a lifetime. Oi.
Behind Santa Croce is the Scuola del Cuoio, which is a leather making school I the old monastery dormatories of Santa Croce. We popped in there to check that out, too. Amazing (and amazingly expensive, too... I bought a little change purse because the wallet I REALLY wanted was €170!!! Jeeeez.
After that, we decided to go back to the hotel and make lunch with our groceries, instead of eating out. And for the second day in a row, I fell asleep mid-day. I have NEVER been one for naps, so it's totally odd to me that I am just crashing out for hours in the middle of the day. I guess I really have been pushing myself pretty hard on this trip. Must be finally catching up with me. I feel bad, not being able to do much, but my mum said that I have already done ten times more than she expected, so I guess I'm doing better than I realize. It's just hard. I want to be able to run around all hours of the day and night. I just can't. And I need to be ok with that. My body is as foreign to me anymore as this country. I have no idea what to expect, what anything means, what is happening why I feel the ways that I do... Everything is new. Different. Strange. And just because I want to be 100% ok ans normal again, doesn't mean that I will (or CAN) be. It's just hard to even be ok with THAT.
But anyhow... After my nap, I attempted to re-pack my suitcase with all the doo-dads I've bought. Scarves. T-shirts. Souvenirs. Yadda yadda. Eventually, we rolled back out to get a glass of wine at a cafe before doing our now-traditional last night in the city Hard Rock Cafe dinner. Which was, once again, good and a welcome change from pizza, pasta, etc. After we ate, Wendy went out on her own while mum and I returned to the hotel. I wish I was up for doing another night-time walk, but I really just felt too worn out. So here I sit. Nine at night. In bed.
Tomorrow we check out of our Florence hotel and move on to Venice. I am looking forward to the change of venue, although I'm feeling nervous about the city, as it supposedly the least English speaking of all of our destinations. And from what I'm hearing the food is bad and hard to find, the city smells bad and is moldy, and it's a hassle to get around. FUN! Hehe. I'm suit will be fine. The hotel looks beautiful online so we shall keep our fingers crossed for a chocolate cake breakfast and decent wifi!
Goodnight from Florence...
Xxo, Phoebe

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