Talk about being nice. Welcome to France. It is the country of the feeling. The fucking train station in Toulouse and the fucking people! Excuse my french. Merci beaucoup. Need I curse more? You get what I'm feeling right now. Going up and down the train stations to change to diff platforms, carrying the world weighing at least 25-30kgs is serious business. Anyone in his right mind would certainly lose it. No lifts/elevators, whatever this aristocratic society calls it. There goes modern technology and they can shove all the baguettes and croissants in their big mouths altogether I really don't give a shit. Your country needs elevators for travelers who carry the whole world in their luggage. (Rimowa luggage).
OK. Sorry about that. So we are here on our way to Lourdes from Barcelona via one million train rides. Ah, long story. But since we are going on a pilgrimage I see it more fitting to stop complaining and be more, how shall I say it? solemn? holy? I should remind myself every now and then that I am with my two wonderfully wicked girls and it is not wise to even hint that bad temper is indeed a genetic mishap that runs in the family. The journey is long. Outside, we pass by too many stunning landscape of small houses surrounded by trees. Thank God my mind is permanently distracted from the previous feeling of arrogance. It is only April. Spring has sprung and beyond. Feels like summer already. I have been praying for this. Going to Lourdes is the last among my prayers to be answered. All were granted. Thank you Lord.
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| Lord, guide my thoughts |
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| I like train rides bec of the magnificent scenery |
*Written onboard TGV April 2011
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