ROME - Part 1 - der Zug

The train.

I swear I've written this before. And most of you will have heard this before. But for those of you who havent, here goes.

We got on the first train at 6pm. Sharnee, the other Aussie was running late, and made it onto the train with only seconds to spare. It scared us all a bit, but she walked on looking relaxed and ready for a long night.

I was so so hungry. Luckily, I had packed almost a whole supermarket into my bag, it was literally stuffed to the brim with food. If anyone wanted to rob me of my backpack in Rome, all they would have gained was left over food. I ate. And then ate some more. I was still hungry though, so I ate some more.

By the time we made it to the stop for our next train, I was hungry again, so I ate some more. It was amazing.

We finally got onto our second train (after an hour of waiting) cold and still hungry. That train took us to the very edge of Austria, and guess what we did! Ate. More food. Yum. We had a bit of a feast, but even after all that food, I was still hungry. I decided not to mention it.

By the time we got to the train that took us into Italy, I was starving. Lets just say that backpack full of food was losing its supply fast.

That last train was something out of a Harry Potter movie. Im not joking. It had the same colours, bunk beds that turned into chairs, openable windows, lockable sliding doors and a food trolley that visited us for breakfast. Seriously, we caught the Hogwarts express to Rome.

I couldnt sleep on the train (probably as a result of too much/not enough food), and over the entire night, I got half an hour of sleep. Aussie no. 2 slept like a baby. Jealous. I wasnt so jealous when I saw the most amazing sight of my life as we stopped in Florence. It was the most rain I have ever seen in my entire life. It was so beautiful. The florence people werent liking it so much, I could tell, but it was a sight I will honestly remember for the rest of my life. Even when I have forgotten everything else, I will be telling my grandchildren about the rain I saw in florence when I was eighteen years old. I cannot (and dont want to) get that image out of my head.

I also saw an Italian sunrise, three castles and a lot of grape vines and farm land while on that train to Rome.

To be continued...