Today was our move from Levanto to Lucca. The owner of the apartment drove the suitcases to the train station where the group met him. Debbie and Larry’s luggage were lighter but still a challenge going up the stairs (no elevator or ramp). Everyone wrestled their baggage on the train and off they went to Lucca or so they thought.
Everyone was fine and they were have a nice train ride. Suddenly, Jerry jumped up and started shouting this is our stop which it was. Unfortunately, the group was sort of asleep at the wheel. Every last one of them. They ran as quickly as possible as you can dragging a suitcase down the aisle of a train to the door bumping seats along the way to the door but the first door went open nor the second. Then the train started to slowly move. The four stood there looking at each other as the speed built up on their to Pisa . Duh, all you people need to watch the stops. Joyce got on her phone to look for alternate solutions.
They stood all the way to Pisa. Debbie volunteered to get off last in Pisa to the other passengers standing around her prompting them to volunteer to get her bags off the train. Larry was happy about that.
Joyce proceeded to the ticket office in Pisa while the others waited patiently and tried not to offer too many suggestions to Joyce. It was hard as they all like to help.
They were soon on another train headed to Lucca. When they got to Lucca, it was about a 10 to 15 minute walk which doesn’t sound bad unless you are in a medieval walled city with cobblestones and a two wheel suitcase. Debbie consoled herself that she and her suitcase were marching the path were Roman wheels had rolled. Debbie reports that it really didn’t help much.
Joyce had warned everyone no elevator and it was on floor 2 which is different as in Europe as floors start with level zero. They had all acknowledged no elevators but not really in their heads. Debbie and Larry worked as a team. One at each end of a bag. As Debbie and Larry drug bags up the 52 steps, it turned out Debbie didn’t care about retracing Roman tracks and she can use colorful language aka cuss like a sailor
Once they arrived the climb was worth it but when it is time to go Debbie will just kicking her bag down the stairs.
You are a trooper!
I try but sometimes it escapes me