sorta. a little detour back home after stuffing ourselves with multiple eco-friendly brown paper bags of freshly fried torta frittas with plates of salami, prosciutto and coppa from the spring market on an indecisively cloudy-in-one-direction-but-also-blue-skied, chilly-wind-but-warm-sun, jacket-zipper-up, jacket-zipper-down typical italian sunday afternoon, lead us to reach the train tracks as we tried to find the secluded path along the river away from the "bustling" colorno traffic. most everything is closed on sunday, so where these people were going - besides church, ikea, or the gelato shop, i don't know (and the spring market wasn't anything new or different from what is held in the piazza every tuesday and friday despite what the posters promised). anyways, we climbed up the gravel to walk along the steady planks in-between the tracks, feeling a little bit like we were living life dangerously, "lost" in the "woods" of colorno. walking along, joking that we're going to blame arina if we get hit by a train, she suddenly screams "TRAIN!" we look back, laughing "yeah, right" to her respond, "seriously! train!" the sound of the train vibrating in the tracks suddenly became clear and we all jumped < insert ninja move tuck n' roll > to the bushes along the side. the train horn howled us as arina waved hello. jules was on the other side of the tracks, he could've rolled into a ditch for all i knew, but he emerged climbing back up after the train passed. popi was right next to me as i pulled out my camera, just in the nick of time to capture a couple moments but was laughing too much to get anything very good. our timing couldn't have been more perfect since the train barely passes through colorno - maybe every 3 hours arina proposes.
here it comes.
arina waving.
toot toot.
"we nearly died!"
we survived.
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