Europhile: C'est ma vie!

How I packed my bags for Amsterdam, and ended up in Poland.

Like many adventures, I'm certain, this one started with the lemur. It was a bad sign, she said, that we'd left the lemur at home. Shortly thereafter, we were looking frantically for someone to explain why our flight was listed as having left at 8.10 when our tickets clearly stated 10.10. The time was 8.41.

So we didn't make the flight. They rebooked us for the following weekend.

But we did make the train. The time was 11.04, and the trains to Salzburg left at 13.23, and 15.57. The trains to Krakow left at 11.18, and 13.35. It was a close shave and we might have run a little, but 14 minutes later we began rolling our way to Krakow, Poland. And 7 hours, and 41 minutes, one adventure of nearly getting off at the wrong stop, one rude border control officer, and great conversation with a group of Mexicans we found sitting near us later, we arrived in Krakow.

posted by europhile @ 05:25