Greetings long lost friends of mine!
Yesterday pretty much went off without a hitch, I took the morning train to Madrid, spent 4 hours there and then the evening train from Madrid to Barcelona. It was a 13 hour trip which, although all I did was sit, zapped it out of me. The train was late so I didn't even get back to Julie's till after midnight. But now it looks like she might meet me in Milan and come to Interlaken and Amsterdam with me! That means riding bikes in Amsterdam (among other things, ha ha). So hopefully it will work out.
Today I woke up early and still almost managed to miss my train. Ok that's being dramatic, I was about 20 minutes early but that's not much time at all, especially when you are paranoid like me.
The train ride to Montpellier was uneventful except for this crazy Asian guy wandering around the train picking at who knows what. And I got possibly one of the worst seats (back row) in the most ghetto train with a broken door next to it so that everytime someone went to another compartment (which was often), it went THUD! THUD!
Once we got into Montpellier, it was weird being somewhere where I did not understand A WORD they were speaking. Still, I managed to order a sandwich and I actually felt better not knowing the language at all unlike spanish where as soon as I say something in Spanish, they speak back to me in rapid Spanish and it gets me nowhere. The train was an hour late and some chick was in my seat but whatever, I sat across the aisle. And the French trains are waaaaay less ghetto!! Towards the end, the ride was beautiful because it was right along the coast. It almost made me miss Santa Cruz! (ha ha).
I thought it was going to be a pain in the ass getting a ticket to Florence but the window guy spoke fluent English and I got on easily. Maybe it's just Spain that's crazy now. Contrary to popular belief, everyone I've met in France has been quite nice and friendly. I'll have to hit it back up next time around.
I took the bus to where the hostel said to and met up with 5 other girls also going to the hostel. 3 Americans, 1 German, 1 from somewhere else. The hostel is totally sweet, I almost wish I was staying here another day! Major fun atmosphere but it's hard to meet people when you're only here for one night. Florence.. it's on though!
I'm exhuasted from traveling the past two days so excuse me if this sucks. Too bad, at least you know I'm alive! And another day to go... then i can SLEEP! And party hopefully.
In 15 days, I will be making my last stop in London, can you believe it? Then home for 12 days before hitting up the motherland (hahahahaha!).
2 comments:
What an adventure. Things not always happened as you wish. Glad that you can manage them and add to the fun part of the trip...KYL
Sounds like things are still going well... youre lucky, when my brother and I were in France the woman working at the post office laughed in my brother's face when he asked for stamps in french... and he speaks fluent french! But then again, when he told me how to ask for tickets to a cathedral, they smiled at my horrible accent. Go figure... Cant wait till youre back and we can talk, blogs are cool but a little annoying because you cant ask questions... alright im rambling... glad youre ok! Eitan is gonna be out of town this weekend and I might go hang out with Beth tonight... random, huh? Alright, have fun, be safe.
Love Mel
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