Traveling hungover was not a good idea.
I am definitely strugs ’09. Channing and I are packing to go to Amalfi.
Last night, I went back to Santa Croce district with Jess, Sara and Amanda chodor and ordered a large long island in a pitcher. Mistake number 1.
At 3:30, we went to the secret bakery which was crowded with italians. Its where you go knock on a glass door and a man comes out and asks you what you want. They distribute all the pastries in Florence. Unfortunately I could not enjoy a croissant, but instead got a piece of pizza. Mistake number 2.
Sorry if this post seems like I am writing like a 9 year old. As you can imagine I am not in the right mind set.