My stomach is still recovering from this ride.
After a oddly spiritual "wonderful disaster" the past 40 hours, I just arrived near San Sebastian, Spain, ready to ride an overnight train to Barcelona. (I had to cancel Barcelona reservations yesterday and my travel partner and I parted ways).
¨The train is full, completely booked, I´m sorry,¨the ticketmaster said, the words bouncing off my ears, piercing my heart, making me feel like I had to vomit.
Immediately, my mind starts brainstorming solutions, and...
The ticket-Master pulls some strings for the train (the best $32 Euro I ever spent), coupled with an encouraging (and strangley timely) email from a friend, assures me that we have a Provider, and that´s all I need to know.
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