It’s funny that just a few months ago I was feeling like I’d run out of random cultural differences to point out, but here we are and two days in a row I am talking about cultural differences. During my Saturday, when I spent a grand total of about 4 hours going back and forth to Bracciano, I sat back to look out the window and instead of the countryside, I saw this. Maybe you can’t tell at first glance what this is, but let me explain. Now obviously people who read the blog know that I’m no stranger to street art and am a huge fan, but one thing that annoys me about the train pieces that still can be found on a lot of the older trains used for the suburbs is that they paint over the windows as well. This was my view out the window, streaks of green, yellow, and purple…no countryside to be had. And while I never post photos of myself, what caught my eye was the way my reflection looking in the window. No, I was not being vain, but it was kind of beautiful how all the speckles of spray paint dots created this colorful frame around my face in the window. It still didn’t make up for the fact that I couldn’t see outside the window, but was beautiful nonetheless. Maybe this isn’t a real cultural difference, I would assume anywhere trains are tagged that this is a phenomena, but it’s something I find pretty much any time I step on to any of the older trains to Ostia, Fiumicino, Bracciano, etc.