We are on the train between Florence and Rome. It’s a cloudy day … Our first this trip. It is a good day to be traveling.
Trains in Europe are amazing. Everyone stands at the station watching the boards. As soon as the track is posted, everyone moves toward their train track and spreads out the length of the train to the sign with their coach number posted. Here is a hint… Coach one is at the end of the train furthest from the station. The train pulls in, empties, a fills again rather efficiently. The it pulls away toward its destination.
I love the way Europeans expect people to be responsible for their own well being. No one asked us what train we were riding in or what coach or what seat. No one offers help. They assume we can find it. Everyone is responsible for themselves. That feels very different than in North America.
Trains as a metaphor for communication in societies?