Monday, May 25, 2009

And now the fun really begins...

We left Milan (once more) bound for Venice on Friday afternoon. We possibly got on the wrong train at our quick lay-over in Verona, being that we arrived in Venice 45 minutes earlier than expected and the train was REALLY nice (as in not "Regional" quality)... this possibility grew ever more likely when we got off and the side read "Eurocity"... (you have to make a reservation for those...)

We doubled checked our train departure time (having learned from previous mistakes in Venice), and set off immediately for salad dressing. We decided that McDonald's would be most likely to help us out in this endeavor. After the 15 minute walk there, that notably gets longer every time you make it, passed slowly. Kjelsie invested in a cheesy tourist fan, like Mikayla's Toledo one--they come in so handy on hot, stinky euro trains. The McD's manager who received our obscure only-salad-dressing order, turned out to be kind of creepy. He did however, give us the dressings free of charge, and being the sweet Midwesterners that we are, we felt obligated to buy something from him. Cappucinos sufficed. He didn't charge us full price for them... unless you count the conversation as payment, as he sauntered over to our table just minutes afterwards.
We took our sweet time at the McD's. We peed; we filled our water bottles; etc. Then we made our way back down the canal towards the Santa Lucia train station. We passed our little vending machine room, and shed a small tear remembering the good time... ok, well maybe not, but we did smile. :D

We sat on the steps of the canal and oh-so-picturesquely read our books until the time came to board our train. We didn't get a compartment-mate initially so we folded out the couchettes, turned off the lights, watched Anchorman on KJ's ipod, and fulfilled all the usual happenings of a slumber party. :) Around midnight we did get a German-buddy but he just sat on one of the seats that hadn't been folded out yet, and left a couple hours later. At some point later we gained an Italian-buddy... who knows when... and he hung out with us until we disembarked at Vienna's Westbahnhof.

1 comment:

  1. All sounds fun, except the fruit at micky D's. You got you salad dressing ; so I guess a little fruit is okay ha. Love you girls. Gma

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