It’s a domino effect. The city of Philadelphia shuts down for rain and suddenly we can’t make our train in Zurich. Long story short we went through security three times in two non-consecutive airports, flew three different airlines, required ground transportation between terminals twice, purchased brand new train tickets and ate the cost of the original tickets, and somehow made it to Milan only about four hours behind our original schedule. (One of my Italian friends told me that if I’m only 4 hours late in Italy I’m doing well. I insisted to her that the Italians were never the problem! Everything in Italy went smoothly, it was the American side of things that had been so difficult.)
Fortunately the train was our final mode of transport because it remains my favourite. I have a childlike love and fascination with train stations and I find train travel the most humane. Surely one of the most romantic train routes in the world is good for morale. Pro tip: take the train through the alps from Zurich to Milan. You won’t be disappointed.
Most importantly, we made it to Italy. Our vacation had finally begun. None of the changes of plans mattered.