A Sleep Filled Night
So we have finally arrived in Naples after a 10 hour train ride, which we thought was supposed to be around 7 or 8 hours. We were in a couch car which means six people in a little room and not very much space to sleep. However, me and Matt found out that if we ever need to fit in a child-size coffin together it won’t be a problem. While Matt stayed up for the entire ride, I was able to catch a few hours here and there. Meaning Matt was up for over twenty-four hours total, and if our hotel hadn’t been within a five minute walk of the train station we wouldn’t have made it at all. In our slightly larger than a child-sized coffin space, it was me Matt and four other people. We started sitting across from an Italian couple who spoke not a word of English and apparently didn’t even have tickets, which led to them being kicked out before we even made it to Rome, their destination. In their place was a new Italian couple with a one year child. They too spoke no english. Their baby girl was one of the cutest we had ever seen and extremely well behaved. And their father, who started out looking like a very scary person, decided that he would stand for the entire ride so that his wife and baby could sleep in his seat. The two others were an African couple who spoke a small amount of English and were traveling around Italy after she had finished being a professor at the World University in Venice. After their time in Italy they are heading back to Africa. After they all got off in Rome, Matt and I had the place to ourselves and I fell back asleep while Matt feared that if he closed his eyes, I would never be able to get him back up. After a few more hours and many extremely long tunnels, we made it to Naples, and only knew which stop to get off at thanks to the help of one of Matt’s new friends, an Italian man who again spoke no english but was not a fan of Bush( To my father who was asking if we had to defend his policies, i talked to him a little about how he thought that the war was unfair and mainly for their oil, now back to Debbie). He directed us to our hotel where we collapsed for a long nap before dinner.
Debbie, Good descriptive tale. And, good to hear your voice.
Comment by Mother K — June 17, 2006 @ 11:51 am
Oh, one more thing… what is with the mother K thing…
I mean I get the mother part. but what is the K about.. you know you spell diane with a D right? and Canning with a C. I don’t know, just a little bit confused
Comment by Matthew — June 17, 2006 @ 11:54 am
Mother Karamazov, after Sister Karamazov from past posts, when Susan was the other Sister K in response to something Charlie wrote. Sorry to confuse your sleep-deprived, addlepated mind.
Comment by Mother K — June 17, 2006 @ 12:03 pm
I second comment number one, and as if on command too. Thanks Debbie.
Comment by michael — June 17, 2006 @ 12:07 pm
DEBBIE AND MATT! I miss you guys so much! I’m so glad you’re having such a good time, and I’m glad Debbie narrated for a bit. I’m sorry to hear that you were sick, Debbie, but you’re all better now. And Matt, I would suggest that you learn how to sleep while traveling. It sounds like your moving around a lot. Ok, well, I’m going to go to Fifer’s day (since I have little else of interest to do) and then graduation parties, but I miss you both and am extremely jealous of you being in Italy and me being in Acton! I love you, have a great time, take care of yourselves, Hilary
P.S. SORRY I MISSED YOU BEING ONLINE TODAY! I woke up (30 minutes later than you left your messages) and I was so sad i missed you! Oh well. Email me. Bye loves.
Comment by LaChica — June 17, 2006 @ 1:01 pm