I must confess that I caught my connection to Padova at a dead run.
I sat down comfortably in a seat, still huffing and puffing, wondering how long the trip would take from Verona to Padova. I’d been up since 5:00…which wasn’t anything new, but usually, at 5:00 I write in the peaceful calm of dawn, I don’t run around gulping coffee and wolfing a brioche so I can catch a 5:30 bus!
It was 9:45…the intercom announced that the train would arrive in less than 20 minutes. Then I realized that I’d caught the “Freccia Bianca” the high speed train that had come in from Milan and was going to Venice, with just this one other stop. It also meant, that if the conducter came by I’d have to pay 35 euro … suppliment and fine.
I sweated it out for the next 15 minutes…but of course we all know how this ends…there he was:
“Ticket Madame…oh, but this is for the regional train!” he said.
I confess I’m happier
I arrived early