Italia…

Nice ride down. After the 2 hours sleep I’d managed in the station I snoozed a lot of the way and otherwise passed the time talking to an English guy sitting opposite me who had also just come from a week’s snowboarding in Avoriaz. He even spotted me an orange, an apple, a bottle of water, some quiche and an offer to come and stay with him in Milan the next time I came. Awesome!

A switch of trains in Milan was needed too. Not the easiest of tasks it turned out. Not exactly hard, but not easy. My train was going to Florence and this was written on my ticket. The train I was catching was going, eventually, to Rome; this was shown on the departure board. Only it wasn’t even called Rome, but something else which I’d never even heard from. Noticing there was no train indicated on the departure board leaving at 5pm, I went to the information counter to ask which platform I needed.

“Bonjourno, I need a little help please”
“Hmm?”
“Can you speak English?”
“No”
“A little?”
“No, Italiano”
“Bugger”

So went my conversation at the help desk. What kind of information place can’t speak English?!

In the end I asked a lady standing by the train departure board and she pointed out the randomly designated one and so I was set. Again, nice ride down and a call to Dörte from a pay phone had me meeting her at the Mc D’s in Florence station. No problems.

We cruised home, met the family she was au pairing for and then after a quick, very cold, shower, it was time for sleep. Until 10m the next morning I think.

Famille and pasta for tea: Max: Seconds please (o:



Max: Thirds? Ok....