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In 2011, I went on a 4 week trip to Cyprus, Israel, Jordan, Istanbul, and Athens. Soon after I went on another 4 week trip to Korea, China, India, and Bangkok. On both of those trips I had a down moment after 3 weeks. My mind and body feet like it was time to be home. Moving around and facing new experiences every day got to me after three weeks.

Today I hit the three week wall. One part of it is that I’m used to just throwing my bags and leaving stuff around. When it’s time to pack up, I clean everything and stuff things back in the suitcase. When I travel with Margaret, she civilizes where we’re staying. She puts things in a logical places and keep everything straightened up. I miss that (but not enough for me to do when she’s not here).

But don’t feel sorry for me. I’m having one of the best experiences of my life and I’ll be home in 2 weeks.

I rode the big mass transit boat called the Vaporetto to the train station. Here was my last look at the Rialto Bridge.

The train to Florence was uneventful, exactly on time, not like people had told me to expect. The view from Michelangelo Square way up above Florence was amazing.

Riding around in a Ferrari was fun (or it would have been but the tour bus was much nicer).

From my hotel window I could see the beginning of the Ponte Vecchio right across the street.

Here is the full Ponte Vecchio.

Everywhere you go in Florence there are sculptures or quirky things like this.

Crossing the river at night.

Little did I know at the end of this day that the next day would be exactly what I needed to break through the 3-week wall.