Up at 7, quietly pack, breakfast of bread and jam and good byes to our new best friends and at the train station in plenty of time for our 10am departure. A Herald Tribune and a moment of pnick to find the right car we settle in across a silent Italian and a Japanese tourist who makes multiple cell phone calls trying to book a room for tonight. We are seated on the left side of the train going backwards. I'm sure the folks on the otherside are getting quite bored staring at the blue of the Meditarian and the redicoulously oppulent yaghts while I watch signage change from French to Italian, architechure get more tropical and the mountains get taller.
Again old news but that's the way this intermittant internet thing is going to work. At least in Italy they have the right keyboard configuration but there is only one comptuer at this hostel. Many of the travelers have their own laptops and are lined up at the windows at the end of the hall stealing wifi from the neighbors.
Having a great time.....wish y'all were here!
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