Inebriated, I fall into bed at 1:00 am on Friday morning, the 22nd of June. An hour and a half later, I am awakened by the anemic tink of my alarm clock. Time to rise, time to shine, the trip is about to begin. Scarf breakfast, grab bags, descend stairs, pile into car. It’s a rather small car and there are five of us. Marcello’s sister gets shotgun since he’s driving. So I squeeze in back with Vinnie and Julie. At least I get a window. I spend the roughly two and half hour drive to Venice trying to reclaim sleep. Not happening.Too cramped, too much Portuguese rattling around the interior. Shortly before 6 am, we arrive at Venezia Mestre, the main train station. The train leaves at 6:35. We
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