Soooo...I was supposed to arrive in Toulouse at 4:45 pm...I arrived at 10:45 pm. There was a HUGE thunderstorm this morning and it knocked over an electrical tower type thing on to the tracks of the train station I was supposed to leave from. Boo. It took forever to figure things out. After standing in 3 lines, talking to many Brits, taking the metro the wrong way, taking the metro the right way to another train station, waiting in another line, and bursting into tears while talking to a ticket agent, I was finally riding the rails like my Grandpappy Brousseau during the Depression. I felt pretty ragamuffin-y because I had to sit with a bunch of other displaced travelers on the floor in between trains. It was a long day, but quite an adventure!
Now I am in Toulouse, which is proving to be a friendly city (at least as far as the hostel goes), but it is late and I am tired so I am going to get a little shut eye before I talk to Heddy Maalem tomorrow/see the Pink City!
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