When cheap tickets hit my hotline bling, I always answer the call.
When we finally pulled into the main train station at Napoli’s Porta Nolana after two hours of being . I was enthralled to step out into the fresh air and breath.
Except, I couldn’t breath, like, at all. My throat began to tighten and my head began to pound as all the smog mixed with cigarette smoke and a little bit of piss thrown in for good measure hit my lungs.