Our train into Florence ran late so our leisurely stroll to the next train turned into a rush, then Monkey fell, then we couldn’t find the platform, and then, finally, gaspingly, we were the last ones stepping onto the train.
This train doesn’t have assigned seats. It doesn’t even have numbers. It’s our longest train of the day, and I may have used an unkind word at a woman who thought her backpack needed a seat more than my child did, so now we’re all standing in the entryway, but we’re all on the train.
Gotta be flexible if you are going to travel.
And kind. And sometimes salty, but always flexible. 🥴