Excerpt from travel journal:
On the train from Milano to Bern, with Bailey this time!!
We just passed a castle across a lake! Mountains all around us, going through a tunnel right now actually(so above us, too..) Its so green here.
Loons, Bailey said. They might be here. They’re distinct — long and oily, sit very low in the water – white and black bill – very long and straight. Also, swans. They’ll be here.
Out of the tunnel. A teal crane! Brighter than Venice canal water, for sure. And a green one! Wow, and to think all I see back home are plane old golden yellow.
Man(another tunnel). And it smells…horrid. Bailey and I decided it’s the giant’s septic system.