Was it nerves from the night before? Foregoing coffee with our "please can we just empty the fridge" breakfast? Coping with a new-to-me app for hailing a cab from home? Uncertainties that the next step of this adventure would click into place as I had conceived it so many months ago? Or am I just getting dumb with the passing of years?
So much angst getting us packed after just two nights in Rome... getting the wonderful, clunky old elevator to deposit us near the groundfloor exit where our taxi, we hope, waited—could be any of the above.
Dove siamo about an hour later, safely on our way to Verona. Minimal snacks but tasty.
Somehow I had got it in my head that our Frecciarosa 8905 was leaving Roma Termini station this morning at 8:50am. Wrestled bags, clambered aboard our carriage three and looked for our reserved seats. Something didn't match; this definitely did not have the layout of the reservation I had made. Wrong train—duh!—our Frecciarosa was 8908 (eight-nine-oh-eight, Eric), and it would leave an hour later from Rome. Brother. Anxiety mixed with uncertainty mixed with feeling both relief and stupidity at the reality of it all. O well, as the previous photo suggests, we are somewhat relaxing now and enjoying the gentle sway of an Italian suoerliner traveling toward the Dolomites at ~120mph. Whew.
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