With a train to catch early tomorrow and most of Pisa’s sites seen, I headed to Lucca, a nearby town with its medieval wall still standing. The town is nice and you can walk along the wall the entire length of the town. I hid under buildings and in cafes during the rain storms, exploring the city in between the showers.
In my last cafe before heading back to the hostel for a quite evening, the waitress beckoned me to the counter on my way out. She said something in Italian and pointed at a corked bottle of wine. I figured out she wanted me to open it after some cross language confusion. I fumbled to open the bottle (I’m a beer drinker) but managed just in time to run and catch my train back to Pisa.