64: meeting Gianni

The journey to Turin is an interesting one. We catch three trains. The first is pretty empty with a French conductor who befriends us and shares his taste in music by playing tunes on his iPad. He occasionally gets distracted whilst chatting to us and forgets to do his job which is to blow the whistle at each stop and that's about it. We get off to change trains at the French - Italian border and there is snow everywhere for the first time on our winter euro trip. It is soft and white and abundant so naturally we snow ball fight, take pictures and make movies.  But then the connecting train arrives and the fun stops for this train is 2 small carriages long and it is already full to the brim. There are faces against the window before we even get on with our packs! I end up squished against the opposite window with both of the other girls' extra carry-on luggage bags because they are in the middle. They end up scoring s seat in the luggage room but I can't move an inch. Then the doors open at the next stop but they decided they would change sides that the doors open do I end up almost toppling out of the train with my pack still on along with 2 huge and heavy bags. Why is no one getting off and more people try to squeeze on? I'm sardined with crush plus the other enemy bags for the whole trip which lasts an hour and by the end my back is ruined.  Hannah didn't know what to expect of Gianni- her dad's cousin so we weren't sure how long we would stay but when we got there he was so hospitable and cute. He took us out to dinner to the best seafood restaurant where we had about 4 entrees including delicious muscles and a seafood platter. Main was fantastic grilled fish of some sort and then though there was no room I had amazing profiteroles- they were filled with cream and coated in chocolate mousse! When we were leaving Gianni ordered the deserts we had to take away so we could have them again tomorrow!  Gianni's house is an old style apartment on the top floor of a building in the city. All three of us sleep in his bed while he settles on the couch. Three in the bed and the little one said... Uh oh I may have farted