Headed to Sorrento (or Sarno?)

We left Rome on a Monday morning on the express train to Naples. From Naples we took a local train to Sorrento (well, not exactly). As soon as the train took off, we had strong suspicions that we had rushed onto the wrong one. There were about 10 other people headed to Sorrento or Pompeii on this train, too – and they didn’t seem concerned by the fact that this train departed seven minutes earlier than our scheduled train. We had a plan to exit the train quickly (as the doors barely gave any time to pull one’s luggage out) if the next stop did not read Pompeii Scavi. It did not…and as soon as the doors opened, we grabbed our bags and ran off the train as we mumbled something about being on the wrong train. A group of about 6 more completely confused by what we were doing also jumped off. It was totally a scene from the Amazing Race. Luckily, we were right about being wrong… so, the 8 of us stood with our luggage in a small desolate station waiting for the right train!