I wasn’t sure if I was even going to make a post regarding Siena because we were only there for a few hours…and it sucked. I had, by far, the worst meal I have ever been served in my life there. I’m not exaggerating. But I’ll get to that part later.

This adventure starts with the journey of finding the damn bus station that we needed. True to form, Diana and I had done little research regarding where we needed to go to take the bus to Siena. We figured we’d follow the signs…ahahaha how stupid. I forgot that Europe doesn’t really believe in street signs and labels. After wandering aimlessly for awhile and asking for directions to the bus station twice, I finally spotted the thing as Diana and I were crossing another street. We made it 10 minutes before the bus was scheduled to leave. We bought our tickets (after dealing with some attitude from the ticket vendor) and were finally on the bus to Siena. The ride from Florence to Siena was pretty short. Diana and I passed the time listening to music on our ipods.

Once we arrived in Siena, we realized we had no idea what we wanted to do there. We figured we’d start by going to find the famous Piazza del Campo. Again, it took us a little longer than it should have to find it…and I wasn’t all that impressed by it once we did. I think I had built it up too much in my head and it just didn’t live up to my expectations.

Once we were done there, we went off to find food. We decided on a little place since the menu seemed decent enough. Oh man, we really should have just waited until we got back to Florence. We ordered our food (we each ordered pasta) and started to chat while we waited to be served. It should be noted that Diana’s back was facing the kitchen area, so I was the one with the view when the woman came out with our food. I tried to keep my facial reaction to a minimum, though I think Diana could tell that something was wrong. You see, I saw the woman walking towards us with what appeared to be lean cuisine. I shit you not. This was our food:

Diana’s face was utterly priceless as the woman put the boxes down at our table. Diana isn’t the best at hiding what she’s thinking, so her utter shock was all over her face. As soon as the woman walked away, I asked Diana, “Is this real life?” Diana said that she should have at least put them on plates, which I agree with. After this disaster, the only thing I wanted was some yummy gelato. We walked to a gelateria and sat down at Piazza del Campo. While we were sitting there, we got approached by a Turkish family that was on vacation and we took pictures with them. I’m still kicking myself for not giving them my camera so that we could have a picture of us with them. But somewhere in their vacation pictures, there are about 5 pictures of us sitting with them. I’m pretty sure the grandmother had her arms around me in most of them haha

After this, we made our way back to the bus station and called it a day. If I ever find myself in Italy again I’d be willing to give Siena another try, but this time I’ll be doing a lot more research regarding places to eat and things to do. At least we got some good stories out of it, which is always the best part of any trip.

[Side note: I’m leaving for Puerto Rico today so I’ll probably be a little MIA on here. I’ll be on limited wi-fi so I don’t see myself writing any legitimate posts. I’ll maybe post a few pics here and there with a short caption or something like that. I’ll write about the trip itself once I get back to Maryland.]

¡Hablamos Pronto!