Thinking that I got the train system figured out, I woke up at 5 AM to catch the first train into Cinque Terre by myself. But things pretty much started to go wrong as soon as I got to the station. The train that was supposed to be there wasn't there, none of the destinations looked familiar and being that it's so early, none of the ticket booths were open. After studying all the available trains, 1 train looked like the right one. So I headed to the platform only to find 2 trains parked there! I asked a man standing on the platform, but he didn't speak English. After a few attempts at communicating, he asked me if I spoke Spanish. So with my 1 year of high school Spanish (and laughing our collective butts off), he told me which train I needed to get on. With only a few minutes left till departure, I decided to jump on board. Because I don't trust my non-existent Spanish, I decided to ask someone if I'm on the right train. Lucky for me, the first people I saw were @davidegoddi and his friend. They are both locals, but Davide's friend lived in the US for years, so she spoke perfect English. I couldn't believe how nice and helpful they were! They made my stressful start of the day into a smooth one.
Because the train that I was supposed to be on wasn't there, I was a bit late getting into town. By the time I got off the train, I can already see the first hint of sunrise. Fortunately, I was able to get a few shots in before the pre-dawn magic disappears.