I met Suki in my Hostel last night. I say hostel, but it was actually an unfinished warehouse room in the back of a hotel up three flights of stais. 8 bare beds in the square room, and clean sheets, which was nice. A man in the train station gave me his card and told me £20 a night for a dorm style room. It really was a bed and nothing else. Detached from the hotel so no a/c, no breakfast, one shower in the one bathroom. Anyway, Suki and Taya came in around 7pm, both beautiful European women with lovely accents, sunburned faces and perfect sun dresses. They seemed happy with the find being so cheap, dropped off their stuff and headed out. In the morning Taya was gone and Suki and I went to the Uffizi together. We spent the morning looking at art, art and more art. Boticelli, Carvaggio, Raffaello, until our heads were spinning. She bought some meat and I pulled out my bread and cheese that I have been living on, and we had a proper picnic in the Rail Station. We talked about her job settling border disputes, and her family in Ireland, and we talked about my book, and about almost getting married. She headed off for Milan and I waited in a queu for about an hour until I purchased my cheapest ticket to Nice, France. It leaves at midnight tonight and there are four transfer trains. I will get there at 10 in the morning. So the rest of my day has been wandering, sitting. Napping. Praying. Eating cheese and bread. Feeling sick. Finding this wonderful little internet hookup and posting the latest.