Verona for a night

Noel left Munich this morning to fly home. His flight left at 6 something and he left our hotel at 4am. I slept on, after an initial attempt to go to the station with him, but there were left over people on the street after Saturday night partying, but the subway was empty and I didnot fancy walking back alone. I caught my tain as planned  at 7.30.   Last year we travelled on lots of trains in the UK and all had luggage racks at the ends of the carriages. Not so on the trains we have travelled on in Germany. They just have quite big racks above the seats. I left Australia with 11.5 kg,  collected about a kilo, ditched about 500 (photocopies of info on places)  and gave Noel several kilos of my stuff , including winter layers , to take back with him and I was easily able to put my pack up and then watched smugly as numerous young females had no hope of putting their huge cases up themselves.

When I booked my seat I could not work out which were forward facing seats. I hate facing backwards.  I got a backwards facing seat.  Not only did I feel funny, but the sun shone straight in and it was almost impossible to take photos of the magnificent scenery without reflections.

The train went roughly south from Munich,  through Austria,  over the Bremmer Pass, South into Italy , through Bolzano to Verona. In Germany, the churches in the little villages have varied spires, some tall and pointy, some with the Eastern like onion dome that several churches in Munich have. In Austria they all seemed to be tall and pointy and red and in Italy there was a mixture again, but the onion domes  were squashed.

I walked to my hotel, checked in after a bit of a wait and then set off back  to the station to try and change  my  tickets for tomorrow. I was uneasy about a short connection time in Milano and paid the grand sum of 2.50 euros to change my ticket and  thus  not to have to worry and then rush. The only other cost is 40 minutes sleep.

The town is full of opera goers (like me 4 years ago) so I opted to have an ordinary dinner in my hotel, rather than wander round on a Sunday evening.  Places will be shut or full.