Today, if all goes well, I’m adventuring to France. This adventure involves 4 trains and anyone who knows me, knows that I’m directionally inept. I can’t be relied on to make a left or right turn correctly, let alone, catch 4 trains in the right direction, where the people charged with assisting me, should/when I need help speak either Catalan, Spanish or French.
As I type the journey has already started. I may have stumbled at the first hurdle. I may have got on the wrong metro train and went in the wrong direction four or five stops before I noticed the lights to tell you where you’re going were getting further
away from my very first destination instead of closer. Fortunately I did expect to encounter a couple of problems, so left myself plenty of time to get lost and then get … found again.
I am now on train number 2 and it says it’s going to Paris, which I’m sure is lovely, only it’s not my destination. I’m hoping it stops somewhere and I catch another one, otherwise I hear there are some great macarons in the French capital.
I don’t know if I will manage to get to my anticipated destination, but I figure, if I’m going to get lost, I might as well be in the south of France, right?
If the train going to Paris let me off at a destination I was supposed to be at, (Montpellier) why wouldn’t a train going to Nice let me off at a destination I was supposed to be at? (Avignon) Fortunately a conductor kicked me off the train before it left the station and I managed to arrive at Avignon fairly close to the intended time.
There is a lot of pretty-ness here. A couple of these pics are the view from my cousin’s house. Shitty place to live eh?