By: Lauren Spagnoletti
Our sleeping car felt more like a cattle car. The top bunk was particularly bad, swaying back and forth with the rickety movement of the train. No strangers shared the cabin with me – only three friends who were equally uncomfortable in their impossibly small cots. Every bump plagued my dreams with visions of derailment. This is how it would end.
I was jostled from my sleep as we pulled into the station. Milky white light filled the sky, and the sun hit the water just so, causing a glitter-like effect on the canals. The air was warm and inviting.