Italy Day Four

We are currently on the train that is heading to Florence from the station in Venice.  I got just a quick glimpse of the Grand Canal in Venice, and it was gorgeous.  I’m excited to see more.  But first, we see Florence. 

Until now, we have been on Trenitalia trains.  I’m having trouble thinking of a good example to compare those trains to the one I am currently sitting in.  I guess a car analogy will have to do.  The Trenitalia trains felt similar to riding a city bus.  (I imagine anyway, as my only experience riding a city bus was on this trip coming from the airport to the train station.)  The Italo, the train we are on right now, is like the limo of trains.  It’s like first class on an airplane.  It’s awesome.  We have trays like you have on an airplane, but better because when I lowered it, there was still a good 8 inches between the edge of the tray and my stomach.  I have a cup holder, a plug in to charge my phone, a foot rest (which of course is a toe rest for me, as I’m short), a wifi connection, and a huge leather seat.  The only thing I’m missing is a TV, but that’s ok, because I couldn’t understand what the people on TV were saying anyway.  I’m pretty sure the train people come around offering drinks and food.  Also, my suitcase is tucked nicely in it’s little spot at the front of the car, where it is not squishing my toes.  Which is exactly what it did on every other train ride we’ve been on.  My mom just thought of another analogy for me: It’s like comparing a cab to a Cadillac.

Anyway, enough bragging about the awesome train. 

Going to Florence is exciting, but it was hard to leave Andy and Spencer back in Duino.  I’m really glad we got to spend time with them though.  And without them inviting use, this trip would never have happened. 

Not much has happened worth noting today, besides the awesome train, of course.  We’ve just been packing and then using various means of transportation.  I did note two interesting things on the train to Venice though.

First- there was a man mowing his yard in a speedo.  I suppose it could have been his underwear, but I’m choosing to believe it wasn’t.

Second- someone had graffitied “NO BURGER” under a picture of a hamburger on a wall of an old building.  No, they don’t want a burger?  No, they do want a burger?  No, burger! Don’t do that?  I haven’t a clue. 

Hopefully I can post some pictures soon.

Jenna