Europe in 3 Weeks

Ally and I boarded the wrong train trying to head to Florence, we realized too late. When we tried to correct our mistake at a train station somewhere near Verona, we had just missed the last train that could set us straight. It was 9pm, and the next train left at 5am.

Being a mile walk from a town we weren't familiar with, we opted to stay at the station. Slowly the shops closed down and we were pushed into the main hall. The night was setting itself up to be to be the worst of our trip, until a group of Germans, on their way back from a football match, showed up in fantastic spirits with bread, and brats and beer.

They were waiting overnight as well, and were happy for the company.Read more