Someone Hail Me A Cab

So we finally made it to Italy, nothing short of some miracle from God has made it so that we don’t get lost or left for long in unknown areas…which..If you ask me is pretty sweet. It’s currently like three am and we’ve made it to the Casa Toscana In camp Darby…the post here in the Tuscany region…the hotel doesn’t look that grand from the outside but the actual room/accommodations are awesome; I don’t wanna know how much this would cost otherwise. I’ve noticed my irritability today, maybe because of the whole traveling with the family…I guess i'm just not used to it, and have grown used to either doing things with a battle buddy or by myself which often makes them easier. However, I still gotta give props to the bro who pretty much single handedly orchestrated the entire movement and without whom I’d probably still be lost somewhere in Germany trying to find my way. Don’t wanna dwell on the frustration to much as I’m a pretty happy person and I know it’ll pass with time…the feeling doesn’t stick around for long, plus I’m sure the sleep will help too.When we finally got to the Pisa central train station we waited for about a half hour for a cab to come…finally this dude comes flying in out of nowhere! Dude! If I’m living life even remotely close to the way this guy drove through the little city then I’m going places, and fast!…he was pretty cool even though the trip was a short one and we didn’t talk or anything but I just sorta decided this piece on my own. So theirs my bit on the cool, fast Italian cabby. Conclusion, someone should hail me a cab quick so I rock life like the cabby!