Sanremo, Italy. Aboard Silvia.
The train makes its final turn inland from the beachfront railway, indicating we’re approaching a larger town. Many of the stops are at train stations directly on the water, which is nice for waving back to the topless girls on the beach. The conductor announces “San Remo” and the signs entering the station verify I’m in the right place. Now, is Joel in the right place? I realize I have no guarantee that “Sylvia” is here. I wonder once again if I put too much faith in the Harbormaster’s knowledge.