Have you ever been so tired that you feel like you're moving through molasses? Well that was our morning today as we sleepily took on Stockholm.
Well when I showed up to buy the ticket, the person working said they didn't offer any bus stopping in Trikala. I was extremely confused but didn't have time to argue because this happened while the rest of the group was waiting for me illegally parked with our rental cars. She instead offered a 5:30 AM bus to Larissa where I could then get a train to Trikala, which ended up being cheaper overall and let me sleep in a little bit. So it all worked out.
This morning, after grabbing breakfast and checking out of our hostel in Belgrade, all of us pilled into a bus that would take us from Serbia to Bosnia and Herzegovina. The drive - for the portions of it that I was awake for - was breathtaking. We passed through small river towns, mountains, villages, and farm land. The constant change in scenery revealed just how dynamic and incredible Bosnia and Herzegovina is.
Budapest captured my heart. I don't know if it was the rich history, incredible architecture, vibrant (but not overwhelming) night life, the breathtaking way the city lights up when the sun goes down, or perhaps just having two amazing Couchsurfing hosts who made me feel welcomed and shared their own love of the city with me, but something just drew me to the city in a magical way.
My first stop this morning was Slovín, a war memorial and military cemetery. The closest transportation stop is about 10-15 minutes walking from the memorial, and most of that is stairs. I was so grateful that, thanks to on and off rain, it finally cooled off a bit and I managed to make it to the top without being drenched in sweat.
I barely slept last night because the heat right now is so miserable. I'm from South Carolina, I'm used to extreme heat (albeit, with widely available air conditioning). But this is something else - this is Lucifer. It's particularly bad in my room, which has no ventilation and a window that lets in all the sun light, making it so much worse. So when my alarm went off this morning, it took every ounce of will power to force myself out of bed instead of trying to get a few more hours of sweaty sleep. But I did get up and made it into the city centre in time for the 11:00 Bratislava free walking tour.
The only two things I really knew about Venice before today was that it had canals and that it would probably be under water within a few years so if you want to visit you better do it soon. But as soon as I arrived, a massive bout of curiosity emerged. How was the city built? Why did they want a city essentially built on water? How much does it cost to live here? Does everyone who lives here own a boat?
A few days ago Erin and I decided we wanted to do a day trip to Pisa from Florence. When we asked the staff at the hostel about it, they said we really only needed a half a day, as the train ride was just over an hour and there wasn’t much to see in Pisa aside from the tower and the other sites in that square. Taking his advice, we decided to do the Uffizi Gallery in the morning then head to Pisa with two and a half hours to spend there.