Minutes before three o'clock in the morning, I ran along the train platform towards an open door. My host ran beside me. "Have fun," he said. "Come back with no money."
I hoisted myself up the train steps. "Boungiorno," I said to the waiting conductor, then turned and thanked my host. "I'll see you tonight."
"I'll be here." he said. "Don't worry about a thing."
The train to Firenze started. I began my unsteady walk through the darkly lit train in search of a place to sit. For the first time in many years, I was alone traveling in an unfamiliar place.