Our Final Night Train
We pulled in to our cabin to find that the beds we paid so damn much for were actually chairs. Our cabin mates were two Spanish-speakers with very poor English skills.
One was an old Spanish man, the other a young Brazilian dude. We genially chatted for a while about travel, Spain, etc. until the beds were finally set up for us by a train attendant. That’s when the old Spaniard left us for a drink at the bar, and we three just chilled in the cabin. A little later the Brazilian and I went for a beer at the bar, where we found the old man sipping on espresso. The tab was on him as we continued talking as before for a long while until the bar closed. I slept deeply, but not enough.
Tired but nonetheless excited, we are in Paris once more. Our hotel is nice, and is conveniently located inside the city this time and not in a suburb. Up until now we’ve been recovering and clocking in some time at the cyber café, but once we’re done blogging it’ll be time to make the most of our final day in Europe.
All of our Parisian friends from the first time around are getting a phone call tonight, and one of them might even be lucky enough to inherit the remainder of my Eurail pass.
