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Writing this up really quick as my train arrives in nice. Been a very, very long string of hours for me. The Valencia day i wrote about went bad once we got to Barcelona. The train company employee booked me the return trip instead of the Barcelona-montpellier route. Realized this after I checked into my hostel room which was twenty minutes away not the advertised five, and did I mention came with it's own personal peep show? Knew this would happen but sleeping two discusting hours in a sweaty sex wreaking room was not pleasant. So as I walked the twenty minutes back to the train station I got to think about how great the night ahead would be. Got there and of course they were closed. 6 am the next morning I find out at the station that the train I needed had booked. Then
Things really got started. Local trains are ummm, interesting. By interesting
I mean I watched someone nearly die from diabetic shock and was also therefore delayed an hour and under the impression that I would most likely be cuddling with my backpack on a train station floor. The rest of te ride around the end of the spainish mediterranian and into the french was really picturesque. Met two aussy grad student women who kept me good company the entire way. Aparently their father has ugg boots and uses them to chop wood! There ya go psu sorosluts, ugg boots aren't made for fashon afterall. Had a great tasting French bread Babette upon crossing the border, and was also introduced to a taste of the french uh...shall we say curt tendencies with foreigners. Can definitely see where they may find entitlement in their beautiful country though. Had to beg my hostel owner to make an exception and let me in after curfew. Time to go find it in a shady neighborhood in
The middle of the night!
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Missy hey. your girlfriend owns 3 pairs of uggs. don't make fun of them.