Art Hotel Museo
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- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
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I'm currently writing this on the plane on my second leg of three (arghhhh) towards Melbourne. I am suffering from a self inflicted hangover and sleep deprivation as I thought i would be tactical last night and stay up late so I would sleep this entire 24 hour journey home and wake up and miraculously be arriving in Melbourne. But no. Instead I have been sitting here for the past 10 hours with an awake brain and an exhausted body. The bags under my eyes are drooping down to my ...
... when it comes to PIN numbers it is a valuable skill to have. We had run to the supermarket from our apartment a few kms away and although I had brought both my bank cards I didn't have the slightest idea what my PIN number is. I have both written down on a piece of paper but I'd left that in my room. I only realised this as I approached the counter and recalled my last disastrous attempt to purchase items from COOP. I thought I'd ...
... do after class was head up to the terrace (the rooftop of our apartment building decked out with lounges and lanterns overlooking Tuscany) and practice the Italian we'd learnt today. It definitely lightens the workload being surrounded by support and shared enthusiasm. To update you on my food situation.... Today I went to lunch with my new friends Chloe, Jack and Rebecca and devoured my first fully cooked, filling main meal - pesto linguini. Though it ...
... to mean "follow me, ill ask someone who knows English to help you out, you poor little tourist, you" but instead I realised he had perhaps directed an Italian swear word at me and was now walking far away from me so I could no longer harass him. So I left, feeling like a downright idiot in search of dinner. To cut a long story short, I became a mute on the streets of Prato and learnt my acting skills were equally as unhelpful as my language skills and resorted to ...
... requests to go to bed. However each time he left the door locked and this meant that I had to get up two seconds later to let him back in. Our friends put a blanket and pillow outside our door in case I got sick of letting him back in! Lucky for him I am a wonderful girlfriend and he eventually went to bed (only after turning all the lights on a million times!). The next morning was where my entertainment began as Drunky was going through the less exciting part of ...