Teamwork

Our large suitcases barely fit under the bottom bunk, and to access them, we have to fanangle them about...which means this morning he had to lay in his bottom bunk with his suitcase on top of him, while holding the lid of my suitcase open on the floor as I rooted through for my outfit of the day.

As I was showering the train rounded a bend and I went flying out of the shower and across the bathroom--the whole 6 feet--and landed in the toilet. As he lay in the bottom bunk with no where else to go--witnesses the entire thing. (I think this is how I may have sprained my finger.)

Compartamento #41

After the initial shock of boarding the train, realizing we were the only Americans, and the only people under 70, we were lead to our living quarters. For the next three nights and four days, Compartamento #41 would be our home. (Note: photo does not do justice.)

Enter shock part two: The living quarters on the train are 6x6, (John is 6'4"). The two single bunk beds were going to allow for no intimacy--heck, we weren't even sure if John could fit on the bunk to sleep!

This calls for alcohol. Where is the bar on this train?!