The low point of my travels last summer was missing my flight from Milan to Helsinki; it was wasted time and money, unnecessary stress and frustration. This summer Milan struck again. What should have been a 10-hour journey by train from Milan to Montpelier lasted 22-hours. Without detailing the infuriating bureaucracies that resulted in this mishap, I'll simply say that the benches in the Milano Centrale's waiting room are immaculately uncomfortable. The Stanza D'Attesa (waiting room) is the only place to pass the hours from 1am - 6am in the station. The police roundup up the station's homeless, beggars, tramps, and ignorant tourists and herd them into the room. It's only furniture are massive wooden benches, short in width, and with ungainly armrests bisecting their length. People employed varying strategies to surmount this ergonomic nightmare in a futile bid for sleep. Many took their shoes off. Socks are smelly. Those who did succeed in sleeping tended to snore.
I'd like to take this opportunity to thank my brave Ipod for lasting through the night.
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