All opinions expressed in this post are made with a severe case of Post Farm Depression. All travel party members suffered for 48 hours. Since returning to the farm was not an option for immediate cure we soldiered on.
We drove away from the farm with a heavy heart but determined to return for a month on our next visit.
We drove Dobby to Pisa Airport and said a fond farewell. Dobby did good. We caught a cab into Pisa straight to the tower. Now here is a point. There is a left luggage office at the train station and the website for the tower also stated that they had a left baggage area. I had booked a climb time for us to go to the top of the tower. We assumed we could drop our bags, have a quick walk around for an hour or so before our time and then head off to Florence. No, you can only leave bags 15 minutes before your designated climb time.
We were going to go to the station first, oh well. So I plonked with the bags on the steps of the church and DH and the girls went exploring. We had packed some morning tea which we ate and before we knew it we could finally drop off the bags in readiness for our climb time.
Off we went, it was so cold inside and the steps so worn. The marble was just amazing. DH and the kids got to the top, I made it to the level before and my knee was telling me stop now and I will get you back down, go further and the relationship is over. Still too many places to go for this to play up. The views were lovely.
Once we finished we took a cab straight to Pisa train station to catch a train to Florence. We grabbed some lunch here as we had an hour to wait. The train trip past quickly and on arrival in Florence we grabbed another cab to our hotel.
The hotel was on the Via Cavour halfway between the Duomo and the Accademia home to David. We were in Florence for two nights. As it was the last day of Cultural week we headed to Accademia to see David which was much bigger than I thought.
Not the real David, a sample.
We then wandered the streets to the Duomo, had a look at the shops.
Found a
Disney Store. We had shopped in Rome, been to a little Disney store in Sorrento, but in the Florence Disney Store a miracle happened. We bought nothing.
DH
and checked his eyes, no Disney bags from his three girls. After checking our temperatures to see if we were
he suggested we go back to the room for a little rest before heading out to dinner.
This is where we first noticed PFD (Post Farm Depression). There were too many people (not really), it smelt (we are in a city) and had lost our appetite (too many choices and how could they live up to our gluttony of the past four days).
We walked for 45 minutes past lots of lovely places to eat I am sure and yet we ended up in a family type place which the girls loved and we suffered through. It wasn't bad, it just wasn't the farm. Pathetic and self pitying I know. Stock standard Pizza and Beer and Hot Chips.
Breakfast the next morning was in the hotel which was not the farm, but we could freshly boil eggs which the girls loved. We went for a walk back to the Duomo, to Uffizzi, to the Ponte Vecchio, Pitti Palace and then back to a small piazza where they were having a food festival for morning tea. We visited the Sicily stand for custard filled pastries.
We then headed to the main market in Florence which was a treat looking at the cuts of meat, the different fruit and veg, flowers, cheeses. Just scrummy. DD1 loves dried apples and sultanas but she was stopped in her tracks by the variety of dried fruit. She made a huge pick and mix bag of strawberries, bananas, peach, pear... who can complain at that. We visited a Leonardo da Vinci exhibit where they had built some of his inventions from his plans that you could play with. We all had lots of fun turning, twisting and pulling. Then we visited a visiting exhibit on Anne Frank which was really moving and raised a lot of questions from our girls. DD1 read the book on the flight on the way home.
We shopped a little and by this stage the girls could smell a leather shop from 15 metres. By this stage we had five handbags on board. We booked train tickets to Venice for the following day. After much begging by the children they wanted to go back to the same restaurant as last night. Whatever keeps them happy I suppose?
A quick pack and we were ready to leave for Venice tomorrow.