Upon my arrival in Cadorna station, I gave him a ring and, well, here's where I ended up for the day. . .
First let me tell you how the phone convo went. I called timidly, expecting a reprimand and for him to say he'd lost my number and was worried sick or something.
"Is this Liz?" he asked immediately.
"Um. . . yeah."
"How's it going?"
"Pretty good. . ." I began, and then asked the crucial question: "Am I still meant to go to Baiardo?"
"Oh. Right. Sorry, yeah you are."
"Oh, okay. Thanks, bye."
He called back a moment later, as I was celebrating, but it was only to double-check about my arrival time.
So that's that! I'm sitting in a sweltering hostel, eating pesto bruschetta in bed (don't tell the hostel owner), planning for tomorrow. Looks like I'm getting up around 7, hopping on the Metro at 8, and taking the 9:05 to Sanremo. Four hours after that, I'll be reunited with my Josephine!