I once hopped a Florence-bound train at 5:30am on a Saturday just as light peeked its head above Termini station in Rome. I was lucky enough to have several new friends by my side, including one acquaintance who we’ll call “Cathy”.
Cathy’s value as a travel buddy initially seemed promising. She was talkative, outgoing, and intrigued by culture, art, and most importantly, il panini oozing with mozzarella, basil and olio.