When Thirteen Fails, Twelve Prevails!

Wednesday evening was a night meant for the opera.  Tosca was playing.  The tickets were bought.  The house was packed and everything was ready to go.  Too bad we were all too tired to properly enjoy it.

Two days before Tosca (Monday)  there was a paper due.  As can be properly assumed, Sunday was a late night full of cramming and desperately trying to find the words that would end the paper writing agony.  Another long night followed.  Tuesday night was not spent catching up on the sleep that was so desperately needed, either.  Instead, it was used preparing for a midterm in our other art history course.  Needless to say when Wednesday came I was ready to curl up into a ball for a nap just about anywhere.  This includes the opera, unfortunately.

Honestly, and I feel bad for admitting this, I may have dosed off a few times during Tosca.  What my mind could mentally process, though, was very enjoyable.  The scenery was absolutely amazing.  Mind blowing, really.  The costumes were gorgeous and the singing was delightful.  The orchestra didn't play a bad note the entire night, either.  Everything was beautiful.  I just wish I could have been more awake for it.

As I have already stated, I was dead tired at Tosca.  And, fun fact, the theatre is about a 45/50 minute walk from home.  This is not exactly a recipe for success.  Walking being out of the question, next we turn to the bus system.  Now, the placard with bus times at the station says the last time bus 13 hits the station is at 23:25.  Well, we got out of the opera around that time and knew we would never make it.  Without the bus system, the only option left was a taxi; an expensive taxi.  We had to walk to the station anyway to find a cab and when we arrived we were pleasantly surprised for there sat bus number 12.

Bus 12 usually takes us from home to the station, which is right next to school.  So, naturally, if we left the station on it we'd get home eventually.  And eventually get home we did.  We may have had to ride the bus for half an hour and could have walked home in that amount of time, but it was still a pleasant ride.  I prefer to think of it as the scenic tour we never had.  I swear, if I remember nothing else about Florence, I'll remember the buses.