It's 2:16am and I can't sleep...

And this weekend this is what I learned...Trust in God. Patience. Understand that I am not always in control.

So, London didn't work out this weekend. At first, I was extremely upset, cried for about 2 hours, and then ate a sandwich..then I realized it just wasn't meant to be. 

Thursday night was an interesting adventure that I experienced by my lonesome self. 

This is what happened..

After arriving over an hour early for my bus to get to the Pisa airport, I ran around the station frantically asking everyone where the bus picks you up for the airport because where I looked online before hand, apparently was not the place because I waited for 25 minutes and..no bus. I speak Italian, a little bit..I mean I can get around, but everyone told me a different direction and told me a different thing. Frustrated as I was now that it was 30 minutes past my scheduled bus time, I ran inside and by the grace of God, there was luckily a train going to Pisa airport, leaving in 4 minutes! I quickly bought a ticket and DASHED to the train and I made it! Sat on the train for about 10 minutes, trying to catch my breath, when everyone started to get off of the train and to my knowledge, I learned it was delayed by 45 minutes. I asked the Trenitalia engineer if there was another way to get to Pisa airport because I had a flight leaving in just a little over an hour, and took the train to Pisa Centrale Station-the main train station in Pisa.

After darting off of the train, grabbing a taxi to the Pisa airport, I made it to the airport 5 minutes before my plane was taking off. I ran inside the airport, frantic, trying to breathe, and looking for anyone who could call the plane to have them hold it for just a moment. There was nobody in sight, I darted past an abandoned airport and finally found someone that was no help at all and rudely told me that the plane had left, when I saw on the television that it was still boarding. 

They told me to go back to the window, (where I just was and nobody was there..) and I ran back to a gentlemen who greeted me by saying this, "It is NOT my fault you missed your flight. I want to go home and I cannot help you." What a pleasant gentleman he was. 

End of story. I didn't go. I cried a lot, and moped on the bus back to Florence for about 2 hours..then I realized..this wasn't meant to happen.

Sometimes it is very hard for me to realize that I am not in control of my life, someone else is. When things don't go as I had planned when I worked hard to make it work, it is difficult but I learned to let go. Had I gone to London, I was going to be staying at the train station from 3am until 8am by myself. Obviously, God was protecting me from something because nothing was working out and I was just not meant to go.

Besides..I would have missed out on THIS international food market...

OH and by the way...I was on top of the world. 

At the Duomo...