Someone was praying for me last night. I know because just before every train was delayed and I was in the sketchiest parts of Italy, I met two Canadian girls who just happened to be leaving Florence for Nice... to stay in the same hostel in France. The three of us kept each other awake and stumbled onto and off of trains where people were packed like sardines in little sleeping cars. We got here safe at noon (a twelve hour trip!) and walked up and up and up a huge hill until we found our paradise of a hostel. I almost cried and kissed the ground after the last place I stayed. Here there is a cathedral turned bar cafe, and we were greeted with peach iced tea and free internet and clean showers, and what more could a girl want in the world?!? I'm staying tonight, and maybe tomorrow, and then it is off to Barcelona, the cheapest way possible. We shall see what happens.