I took the Eurostar very early on Friday morning (yeah, it's cheaper!), my rucksack on my back, like a true backpacker. I then took the train to Orléans where I spent time with my family. I discussed with my grandma, my sisters, my parents and little before my departure, my bigsister introduced me to her great lesbian friends. She then dropped me at the station where I took a night train for Madrid. Like what, despite everything, Orléans is connected!
In the advert, the night train looked like fun! The little bed in the 4 bedroom, the little restaurant and stuff... Actually, it wasn't as big or as brand spanking new, as planned. I was sharing the room with Iranians who were very nice but couldn't speak english or french or spanish. There was also a shy American. So I went straight to the bar where I ordered a tiny bottle of wine (there was only one glass in it, what a rip off!). I met another American there, who lives in Spain, very nice and we talked about a lot of stuff for hours:
Shame he was straight, it could have been fun on a train! After three tiny bottles of wine, I went to bed and the Iranians had prepared my bed, so nice! I passed out straight away.
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Bon, je sais, tu vas me dire que si tu en es parti, c'et que tu ne trouvais pas ça si bien... Mais quand même, moi, ça me fait ma journée de savoir ça de toi... D'ailleurs, en échange de mail privé, ça me ferait rire de savoir où tu as été en cours et/ou où sont exactement tes proches.
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