It's all over

Well we made it back, and what a terrible day that was.. I'll save you the details, but we ended up landing in New Orleans at 12:30am (we were supposed to land around 10:30pm). Then they lost our luggage, so it took 2 days in my case to get it back.. but all in all if that was the worst part of the trip (the coming home) then I'd say it was a damn good trip. And again with all the signs and symbols from the gods above to just stay in Europe.

Well I made a lot of promises in my last post about explaining all the things I never had time to do, and I don't think I'll be sticking to those promises.. sorry. I'd like to put the blame on the keyboard again, but I don't think y'all would buy it. Well if I post some photos, can you find it in your heart to forgive me? Good.. I thought you would.

Wait.. I do have one story to share. It may have made CNN so you might already know about it (no not the London would-be bombings that I was at the week before). The story I'm going to tell did happen in London though, underneath a small bridge on the bank of the river during one of the many rainy days we were there. I can't recall where we were, or where we were going, or what we were doing.. but those sorts of details don't matter. What does matter is the event that transpired and the feelings it left.

So as I was saying.. Quentin, Michael, and I were walking somewhere (off the beaten path I believe since no distinguishable sights were around) and we came upon a small bridge to walk under that had music coming from it. Upon a closer investigation we were met by 4 musicians (2 violins, 1 cello, and 1 viola) playing the greatest free symphonic concert EVER. Seriously they had a good 20-30 of us stopped dead in our tracks, mesmerized with how good they were. Well at some point in one of the songs (it was one of those time stands still type moments) the attention of the audience was on a 2-3 year old little blond-haired girl to the right of the musicians trying to figure out what to do with the coins her parents just gave her. She would walk a little closer to the opened cello case in front of the musicians, then look back at her parents for guidance. They would motion her further and point to the case, then she would walk a few more paces and then look back again for continued assurance. Well this went by for a while to the delight of all onlookers. After about 5 look backs, she passed up the case and started heading towards the lead violinist on the far left. And just as she was standing right in front of him, hands full of coins, the music had a seconds pause.. just enough of a break for the violinist to stick out his hand, open palmed, and the little girl dropped the coins in his hand without hesitation. After the seconds rest, the music started again right on cue. And all at once we, the lucky onlookers, realized we had just witnessed the cutest moment in the history of the world.

Alright, you talked me into it.. I'll do one more story. Il Palio! (the horse race in Siena). For background information, go wikipedia it. I'm not sure what I've said of it already, and I dont feel like looking, so if I'm repeating myself.. sorry.

OK.. on to the story.
We researched beforehand and knew the race technically wouldn't start till 7pm-ish, but we wanted a good spot, so we made our way to the hardest bus station in Europe to find (the one in Florence). Well after walking around the train station forever, finding the LOCAL bus station, and talking to many people, we finally made it to the correct bus station and with only 4 minutes to spare before the bus left for Siena! So after the one hour journey, we arrived a mere 5 minute walk from the town square (where the race is held). After going back and forth about what time we should leave Siena to ensure a bus back to Florence to then get a train early in the morning to Positano, we headed to the square and got a decent spot about 10-20ft from the rail around the track. Now it was just a waiting game. Around 4pm, they shot a canon (unwarned) that shook your body all the way down to the soul. This unannounced canon shooting became a common occurrence as the day went on. To cut out a lot of details, the jockeys and horses came out around 7ish to the delight of the crowd (whom you will see in the photos is probably 60,000 strong). Every possible place to put a person is used. Windows usually had about 5 heads peeking through, and rooftops were even worse. Well as the jockeys started lining up to race, they started fighting one another. It took 30 minutes, and two false-starts before the race actually was underway. Imagine that sort of suspense. Anyway, they finally stopped fighting at one point for the official to start the race and then they were off. They go around the square about 3 or 4 times and then its over. Yep, an 8 hour build up for a 30 second race. TOTALLY WORTH IT! At the end of the race, people are in tears if their neighborhood lost, and most are pissed off and start looking for their jockey to beat up (seriously). I'm not lying when I say I had to move as quickly as I could out the way of a man that had killing on his mind. It was quite an impressionable look that I'm still having nightmares about. Hopefully that jockey knew better and just rode straight out of town. Now for a short ending to the story: we made it to a bus around 8 or 9ish and made it back to Florence in time to watch the sunset on the way.

Now what will the next trip be?? Here are a few ideas:
-Tran-Siberian railway (Moscow to Beijing (time it to see the Olympics next summer))
-Eastern Europe (Czech Republic, Hungary, Greece, etc.)
-Peru (Machu Picchu)
-Costa Rica
-Antarctica (via Bark Europa)

But for now.. ahhh memories!