Train Three

Do you know that stress that hits you when you are in a foreign country, where you don’t speak the language, and the train you are in starts moving backwards? And the announcer is saying a long complicated thing you don’t understand? And your next layover is less than ten minutes?
Turns out it was a normal train operation. We enter a station and leave the same way we came in. Fine, but that doesn’t help explain when the train is a few minutes late coming into the only station where you have a short transfer time. And I’ve never been in this station before so I don’t exactly know where my train is going to be.
In any case, I’m on my third train, leaving Bellegarde, heading to Lyon. I’ve been in Lyon before, but that was five years ago. I remember it taking forever for dinner to get served, so that we had to rush out of the restaurant instead of properly enjoying food in the gastronomical capital of France.
Would they be offended if I only wanted a sandwich while I was there? Not that I don’t trust them or anything.
2012-9-6 14:10