Joelle had already had three cups of coffee, so she was alert enough to buy the tickets and steer us onto the right train. Sarah fell asleep as soon as we sat down, and soon she was snoring gently.I stared out the dirty window, watching the countryside go by and occasionally snapping pictures with my camera. Even as hot as it was, the fields we passed were lush and green. When the girls weren’t looking, I caught a couple shots of them, too, lit from behind and looking like otherworldly creatures. We had to change trains at Pisa, but Joelle double-checked the tickets and figured out which train we were supposed to be on right as it let out a warning blast with its horn. When the train finally deposited us on the platform at Cinque Terre, I was getting antsy.“Where’s the beach?”Joelle laughed. “That way,” she said, pointing to a blue sign that said SPIAGGIA.I looked at her. “You know Italian?”She shrugged. “No. I looked it up in the guidebook.”Sarah laughed. “You’re always prepared.”Joelle grinned.
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