So, after a long night of trying to sleep in a train, and not being totally sure if we were on the correct train, and of strange stoppings and random police boardings, fading in and out of sleep, and general lunacy, not to mention the entirely too recent memory of Oktoberfest on our minds, we woke up at around 0700 somewhere in the province of Lombardy, Italy. Our excitement, however, was short lived. As we neared Milano, everything became more and more dirty. We finally arrived in one of the largest and nastiest trainstations I have yet seen, where I had to wait around for what seemed like an age guarding our stuff while Eric changed in the bathroom. Frankly, my first impressions were not very positive, apart from the melodic tones and overall animated Italian
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