Pizza! The moment we arrived in Pisa, we were famished. It was passed noon and neither of us had a hearty breakfast (which by the way, Italians don’t usually have a hearty breakfast, like us Americans. It’s because they usually eat two breakfasts—one in the early morning and another two hours later. Yeah–not viable for me because I’m too lazy to wake up early to eat just a cup coffee and a croissant). So back to pizza in Pisa, we followed a GPS to the nearest Pizzeria where each of the four of us devoured an entire 8″ pizza in five minutes! While waiting for our pizza (also fun fact: Italians are so patient! I realized how long it took for Italians to prepare a dish for us as compared to Americans but then again Italian’s dishes are obviously much delectable… except for their bread! It usually tastes like stale bread—which honestly I wouldn’t be too surprised if that’s what they fed us. One of their common appetizer dishes in Italy is the bread salad, which is essentially using stale bread and soaking it in water and then strained. The soggy bread crumbs are then mashed with the chopped veggies and then mixed with olive oil and salt–mmm so healthy but so disgusting) Tangent over—back to the story: after we finished eating, we walked down the alley of stores and shops. There was just one block that was for tourism. The Leanign Tower of Pisa was not hard to fine. We followed the line of open shops full of tourists and backpackers. When we reached the pisa, everyone who had taken pictures with the tower had lined up all posing in a line because the grass was closed off. We took some pictures totally around half an hour to find the right poses.
Gelato. We all wanted some. So we kept walking down an alley where there were more street beggers and sellers asking us to buy self sticks, at one point one man prodded Maryem “Oi lady, lady, selfie?”we advereted eye contact and kept walking straight (pro traveler tip # 201 never make eye contact nor respond back to those people—they’re very assertive. If you do plan on buying something from them, be prepared to bargain. Never pay their price)
In Pisa there was only one alley-on strip of shops and stores- that were open around 3 and it was the only strip leading to Pisa. All other places around it was dead bc usually around this time the Italians take a siesta.
Two of my friends separated and began their shopping excursions, whilst Ghaid and I stuck together and windowed shopped. Afterwards when we were tired, we walked back to the train station to go use the “toilette” at the McD’s there. When we arrived at the stalls, a man stopped us (rest assure he’s a janitor) and demanded that we pay. We paid .80 euros to use the toilet (approx. $1)! Around 7 we decided to head back to Arezzo. We bought the train tickets and left. We arrived in Arezzo around 10:40. By then we had not even eaten dinner yet.
Italian word of the day: toilette: bathroom