In Canada, on the ttc, I’ve not only been attacked by a homeless man (twice) but I'm late for nearly everything I need to arrive early for. However there is always enough time to get on and off the train (despite a few elbows to the jugular). And just in case you’re preoccupied there are the sweet sounding chimes “Bing Bing Bing” that let you know the doors are closing.
I’m writing this blog entry on the train to Milan after one of the funniest things to happen yet. My poppa drove me out to catch the 7am train and even set me up with a place to stay (with his 26 yr. old female cousin). The morning went by very quickly with some sad goodbyes to momma and the pooch. The kids were still in bed as I left the house but I had said my goodbyes the night before so I’m glad they got a chance to sleep in as they have some pretty late nights in that house. I was pleasantly surprised to hit our first stop before the train station…the pastry palace! With cream filled coronary in hand I approached the platform await my train. Poppa decided to wait with me so we could recap some of the things that had occurred over the last two weeks. When my train finally pulled in poppa graciously helped me get my bags onto the train. As he placed my bag down and turned to face the door, without warning we watched as the train left the station taking poppa with it. Luckily the next station wasn’t too far form where he lived but he’d need to take a bus to get back to his car. Poor poppa.
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