By 2pm, we were on a train to Sorrento. This guy on the train (right side) was a crack up. He was sitting across from me, practicing his “Blue Steel” pose while taking pictures of himself with his camera phone. He asked me where I was from, and when I told him USA, his next question was who my favorite wrestler was. His is Chupacabra, the Mexican werewolf. He started telling me about how he is in a band, and they played some Beatles songs for us. German trains are so quiet you can hear a pin drop. Italian trains are loud, strangers are sharing food with each other, singing songs, laughing, and talking with their arms flailing around.