The plane glided past snow-capped peaks and sleepy mountain villages as the thick clouds lingered below. The early morning sun lit up the Dolomite valleys and canyons and I made a mental note to try and spend some time in this beautiful mountainous region of Italy one day.
I looked up at the sign again. I was on the right platform – at least I hoped I was. Boarding the wrong bus or train is part and parcel of travelling but I haven’t yet been faced with a train that could take me to the wrong country.