One more flight

And I managed to make it back into Italy with no complications. After waking up and quickly getting ready for the day, I checked out and made my way to the bus station. I bought a blueberry muffin for breakfast and napped most of the way to the airport. The same went for my flight, I alternated looking out the window and attempting sleep. Once in Milan I took another bus to the train station. I found a ticket line and had my eurail pass validated, I was a little nervous that I wouldn't use it properly, but the man at the counter stamped it with no problems at all. It took a little work for me to adjust to communicating in Italian again, after a week in English speaking countries I was more than a little rusty with the minimal Italian I knew to begin with. I made my way up to the platforms found a train to Rome departing immediately, whose doors closed as I was making my way along it. Whoops, luckily a train for Rome leaves every hour so I had a little time to relax. I had originally planned to see the last supper by Leonardo while I was in Milan, but I discovered in Glasgow that a reservation even for sole travelers was necessary, so I decided to get back to Rome a little earlier than planned. While I was waiting for the next train to depart I searched for some pizza, something I had avoided eating during my spring break. I found a place outside of the train station figuring it would be much cheaper, and was immediately welcomed back into the familiarity of Italy; AKA: I was hit on in a creepy fashion. The men at the place I ended up going to found out I was studying in Rome and proceeded to say things like, I would come to Rome for you. One of them told me I had a 'sweet mouth' and then he and his friend said things in Italian I couldn't understand. Oh boy. I managed to get my pizza and leave as quickly as I could after lying to one of them about having a phone. He wanted my number and I wasn't giving it to him, but I wanted my pizza. It was delicious, and much thicker crusted than Roman pizza. After finishing that I bought an Ice cream treat from a place inside the train station and before I knew it the next train for Rome had arrived. I walked along the train boarded a compartment that said coach two on the outside. I figured that meant second class. This train was nice! like reclining comfortable seats, plug in for phone chargers or laptops, it was pretty awesome. I took my seat and after watching others check for seat numbers and contemplating the comfort of this compartment got to thinking maybe this wasn't second class after all. I man took his seat directly across from me and I asked him if this was second class with the help of my ticket. He shook his head laughed and said no. I thanked him for saving me from embarrassment once the ticket takers came along and went to grab my things and move. He stopped me, checked his ticket, and told me to stay. He showed me his ticket which had four seats reserved. He was getting off at the first stop, but let me sit with him until then. So I was able to sit in first class in my comfy seat with this wizened business man (who had a sweet mustache) who paid for my ticket. He didn't even try to hit on me, or make conversation. He simply winked at me when the ticket takers came around and let me nap and eat my first class crackers in silence. It was awesome. After that I moved as far back in the train as I could ensuring that I would be in second class. The next stop was only forty five minutes away and no one checked tickets for this leg of the trip. For the third round I discovered that I was on an express train, and eurail only gives a discount for these, so I had to pay an additional eighteen euros. Bummer, but it could have been much worse, like if they had charged me from Milan to Rome instead of just for the last bit (thank you business man). The big plus is that I made it from Milan to Rome in a little over three hours which on the slower trains takes more like seven hours. Awesome. I also met a Turkish man on the last bit of the trip. He woke up at the second to last stop and had no idea where we were, he frantically asked me if this was Rome, and I assured him it was not. His English was good and we got to talking. He owns his own marketing firm and was in Milan for business. He took a week off to travel after his trip, but told me about his yellow lab back home that he was missing. This was the first time he had ever been away from it, and he carried a picture with him everywhere. It was pretty cute. He shared his Turkish nuts with me (insert dirty joke here). And told me that his city was famous for them, and that usually they are eaten with whiskey. Much to his surprise I whipped out the mini bottle of Scottish whiskey that we were given on out highland tour. His eyes lit up and we shared the whiskey and nuts and chatted for the remainder of our journey. As it turned out his hotel was in the neighborhood I lived in so I agreed to help him find it. We exchanged emails and screen names before the train arrived in Rome. I showed him the bus we would take, and helped him buy a ticket. The hotel I was hoping would be his was not, so I invited him back to my apartment so we could look up directions online. It wasn't too complicated, and he was soon on his way. He emailed me once he had arrived and thanked me for all my help. I was absolutely exhausted from my trip, and crashed in my bed almost as soon as he left. I set no alarm and was excited to get a full night's sleep in my own bed.