Traveling to this remarkable city was a story in itself. I booked my train ticket all by my self (like a big girl, mommy aren't you proud?). When Mike got home he was helping me to print the ticket and was looking it over to give me instructions for the next day. He noticed that they had only given me four min. between my connections. Of course I did not notice this when I booked the ticket. I assumed that they would provide an itinerary which would be acceptable. As I would never make the connection Mike said that he would drive me to the second station and I would simply take the train from there. The next morning I got to the station and found my way to the platform. When the train arrived it was very crowded but I managed to push my way on before the doors closed.
As the train pulled away from the station I became aware that this was going to be a very long three hour journey. I never made it into the car of the train but instead was crammed into the space between two cars with about 25-30 other people. For most of the trip my body was at a 15 degree angle from my legs. I supported my self with my arms on a rail and tried very hard not to fall on top of the people around me. Most of the way I was supporting not only my body weight but also those around me as we turned and swayed along. At any given time I was touching at least three others.
When we arrived in Venice I was sore and tired and felt very dirty, but these thoughts were taken away but the beauty of a city I had only seen in pictures and movies. Walking around, being able to stretch and relax turned my mood around and I soon forget the over crowded train ride.
Love from Liberty,
Peggy