The Train

EPISODE V: THE TRAIN
It was around midnight, I believe when we boarded the train in Kufstein. We were very confused as to what car we were supposed to be in and none of the people working on the train spoke English. One man looked at our ticket and gestured that we needed to go two cars down. Eventually we found our train car and inside it, our six-man booth. Inside the booth was one man involved with his laptop and then a creeper reading a book.

Now this creeper was no ordinary stranger danger — he was extraordinary. He was wearing a women's peasant tunic as well as a long skirt. Oh, and don't forget the long greasy hair pulled back with a red scrunchie. We sat uncomfortably in our seats with our new friends and tried to sleep. Well—Katie and Joe tried to sleep. I tried not to. See, I was sitting across from creeper stranger danger and I felt like he was watching me sleep. Very uncomfortable. But it wasn't long before he got off the train and we had the little booth to ourselves. And it was even shorter before we were joined by a post middle aged Austrian man.

He entered our cabin and said "hello" in many different languages. Tired, confused and disoriented, we said "hello" back in English.

"Ah, English is the best for you, yes?"

"Yeah, English is the best," we replied back.

He chatted with us for a little bit. He sure was awfully chipper for being an old man in the middle of the night. Pretty soon, we all attempted to get to sleep in the uncomfortable upright seats. (Except me — I got to lay across three seats!) When we woke, we were somewhere in Italy. The Austrian Man talked some more and it came up that he thought we were Swedish. Why? No idea. So, all this time, he thought we were speaking English as a common second language. But no. Just dumb Americans. A few more hours later, we arrived in Florence.