Jolly Hotel Florence

... in the previous blog was the place we are staying at.  When we all arrived at the train station in Florence, there was another one of those hotel pushers trying to sell a room at us, except this time the price seemed ridiculously low.  He offered it to ...

... I will pay it off when I have access to the internet.  We then went out to look for food.  We stopped at the Jolly Café and I got a Mortadella which was a sandwich on funny looking bread.  It was good, but the bread was hard, and it kind ...

... the right direction and getting increasingly cold and frustrated with the maze of canals and bridges, we came across a jolly couple who actually knew our hotel. They had a little chuckle as they provided us with the most aggravating news (helpful as it ...

... after arriving and checking in, our director Doug led us on a tour of Rome by night. I quickly realized that Rome dwarfs Florence in many aspects, nightlife being just one in particular. The city was a colossal powerhouse of light and energy that night, ...

... the train was late. That was hardly an unusual occurrence but it still seemed to 'surprise' me.  Eventually I made it back to Florence and caught the connection to Siena. I have to say that up to this point in my trip, I had to congratulate myself ...

... And when it was finally time to leave Venice, and the little camping ground we were staying at, we took a train bound for Florence, passing landmark towns like Verona, the home town of Romeo & Juliet, and Bolonga, where bolognaise sauce came from. If ...

... , I've heard).  The other reason that the place has so many hotels is, of course, that it's just about halfway between Florence and Pisa.   So there we were, melted into our hotel room, in the midst of a beautiful city and a reckless ...

... After a few tries, a woman answered. She said: "sister Sarah, you forgot your phone in the taxi." I knew exactly who she was: Florence who is Bertha's aunt. She was in our shared taxi this morning. Thank goodness it was she who found my phone and not ...

... next few days and when combined with similarly arduous climbs up the Arc de Triomphe, the Duomo in Rome and the bell tower in Florence, turned me into a super-fit man of steel for a few brief weeks. Our accommodation was less inviting than a cell in ...

... Acqua Alta sirens warning of possibly
 serious
 floods. Drizzled all day and saw Ruve and Barbara off to Florence.
 Next day very high water again and spent most of the morning puddle
 dodging.
Continued touring and dropping ...