The Whole Train for Me

It was Saturday morning in Ljubljana, the city I still have problem spelling. I took this train out of the city to Venice thinking, ‘Am I on the right train? I could not be the only traveler who takes the train to Venice this morning.’

I do remember being in the only one in bed the night before at the hostel and actually got thanked for opening the door early in the morning to drunk roomates who got locked out of the building after curfew.

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