I am simply eventful

Well if I weren't you might not love me as much. Venice was just magnificent. Absolutely beautiful, and to quote Jimmy Buffett "Salt air, it ain't thin. It'll stick right to your skin and make you feel fine." Oh it did. The whole place smelled like the beach and we rode boats everywhere. I got to see Erik yaay :) that was great. We shared one great adventure on the way to Vicenza to see the Teatro Olimpico (oldest working theatre in the world,) and Carlie and I shared another on the way home from Milan. On the way to Vicenza, Erik and I missed our train because the ticket line was so long. So we ended up paying triple the amount of a regional train to take the fancy pants Eurostar, but we got there, so no worries. The three of us - Carlie, Erik, and I - woke up at 4, listen to me, 4 A M to catch a 5:15 train to Milan on Thursday morning. My highlight was the Teatrale alla Scalla, which is the world's most famous opera house. I went through the museum and saw original costumes from Carmen, Aida, and other famous operas. The absolute best thing that could ever happen did, and that was that I got to see the theatre itself while there was a rehearsal going on. Not just any rehearsal, but the rehearsal of AIDA. LOVE IT. Elton John wrote the music for the musical version, so I'm in love with that already, and I got to see these crazy famous talented opera stars rehearse the opera right there in the opera house. Incredible.
Anyway, on to the adventure. Carlie and I had a direct train from Milan to Arezzo, which would be about a 4 1/2 hour ride. About an hour into it, our train broke down. We were in the straight boondocks. Even the italians on the train didnt know where we were. Codogna, rhymes with Bologna, which is where our saviour train (arriving to pick us up from the heat of the day an hour later) took us. We were lucky an english speaking local took pity on us, otherwise we would have ended up in Piacenza or Vicenza, again, I could never be sure. Anyway, we had to stand on the train to bologna because it was already full, but we got there around 6:45. There was a train to Arezzo at 7:45, so we went to that platform, buttttt it never showed up, I don't know why. We then had to RUN to another platform to catch the last train through arezzo, but we couldn't make the reservation required to get a compartment seat. So we sat in the aisle and wrestled the snack cart. Twice. Once the train cleared out at the stop in Florence, we just took a compartment seat and dared the attendants to question us. By this time I had my headband around my head rambo style and Carlie had a look in her eye that no sane person would cross. We got to Arezzo at 10:30, but the last bus back to Sansepolcro was at 8:30. So we sold our souls for a cab. I know, Taken. Dont take a cab. But I'm blogging from the comfort of my Sansepolcro base, not the basement of a sexual slave owner's headquarters. Addddventures. I'm gonna call my parents now to confirm that before they read the blog and worry. Miss you all, Love you more!