I am currently sitting in a bus station in Girona, Spain, waiting for my bus to get here.
I am on my small side trip to visit my friend Esther right now, which involved getting up at 5 AM when we´d gone to sleep less than 4 hours before (college kids up talking about stuff? Surely not). After making my way from our hotel to the train station to the next train station to this bus station, I looked at my itinerary. The bus I need to catch leaves at 7 PM. I, however, had written 5 PM. After a small amount of panic, I checked and was relieved. Disaster averted.
Trains in Europe are so much better than the trains in America. For one thing, they´re actually on time (a novel concept). For another, they´re much more sensibly laid out. And finally, even for someone who only speaks enough French to get by on a good day, enough Spanish to say that I don´t speak the language, and a small smattering of German, the trains are really easy to navigate. So much better than American trains.
I have to run, but I still want to play with this keyboard. It´s got so many fun characters on it, like ç or ¿ or º or ª. Far too much fun.
–El Bov