***** a full 16 months later*****
Okie, so we left off with us going to bed the day before our train ride to London.
We packed up our tiny airbnb and headed over to Telescope for some coffee before going to the train station. The girl that works there is awesome and I heard her speak fluent English, French, Danish?, and Dutch? maybe another? She is who 18 year old me thought I would be. Instead I was 24 weeks pregnant bumbling “Mur-See” while passing on a coffee so that I wouldn’t get acid reflux before the train ride. Good thing I am v happy where I am in life, lol.




We arrived to a ultra crowded, ultra hot train station under construction. We saw this giant line that wrapped around from upstairs, down a 2 story flight of stairs, down around the stairs, almost to the entrance of the train station. We thought, “oh no way is that our line, we are super early!”… We asked people in line which train they were waiting for and they said the 12:30 train to London— ours was the 11:15. Everyone was saying that our line was at the start of this and they were lined up after ALL the 11:15-ers. and you can see where this is going… We were trying to not lose it and was trying to ask a Frenchman working if this is our line and where we should go and he kept shrugging and pointing to an elevator. Ken ya not be a stereotype right now French guy!?
