Rome, part (however you say two in italian)

So, up to this point the whole train thing had been working perfectly. But, between James and myself, with our overwhelming intellects and extreme levels of maturity, it had to happen sooner or later. So, long story short, we missed a subway train by less than two minutes, that made us five minutes later than planned. This five minute delay had a domino effect that made us miss a sleeper half way across italy later that night.
Crap.
So, seeing as we were stuck in Rome for the night, we went straight back to the hostel we had stayed at before, and begged for a room. We ended up in the exact same room as before. And, since tradition was holding, we went back to the same restaurant we ate at so much the first time. We got the same waiter, and the same food. We then spent the next day on the same beach, being grossed out by the same old naked Italians. All in all, a very enjoyable mistake.