Dear Thief, I Hate You
Early morning rush to the Paris train station means a 6am subway so we have time to catch our train to Barcelona leaving Paris at 7am. We arrived at the train station with plenty of time to spare. Perfect, now I can grab a coffee and my last croissant before we leave Paris for Barcelona.
Slowly sipping away at our coffee, we realize our departure time is nearing. We head towards our train and find a car to board. The train car we selected is busy with the hustle and bustle of people stowing their luggage and finding their seats. Graham and I find our seat and stow our luggage within arms reach. We begin to chat and finish off our coffee as we check our tickets again. We then discover we’ve boarded the wrong car and reach for our belongings. All I feel is air. My suitcase has disappeared and so has 2.5 months of clothing and keepsakes. SWEET. Unbelievable. Upset and angry, I begin running around to see if I could spot the thief. No luck, these guys are pros. Long story short, I was without luggage and had only completed 1/12th of my journey.
Despite loosing my luggage the train ride was beautiful. It was also the first high-speed train I’d ever been on. The trains can reach speeds up to 300mph. Every time we entered a tunnel or passed a train the opposite direction my ears would pop. A very strange sensation.
After an unfortunate day we finally arrived in Barcelona and checked into our accommodations. It was time for a good night sleep to clear my mind for the beauty of Barcelona.
Lost luggage sucks, but I am in Barcelona – let’s see what tomorrow has to offer.