Day 59: trains and chocolate

  So I'm up early to head off to France to see Lauren whilst the girls stay another night in Barcelona. After quickly downing some coco pops and Nutella toast I get to the station. The first train is 3 and a half hours. The scenery is gorgeous countryside and it looks sunny outside. Though I'm glad I'm cosy on the train because I know by now how deceiving the sun is and I know it's really freakin cold outside. I pass the time by reading a book I picked up from a book exchange at one of the hostels. I'm really into it, near the end and it's only taken me like 3 days to read.  I get to cebere- a beach town with surrounding mountains at the border of France and Spain- where I'm supposed to change trains. There's a strike. No trains today from cebere. Shit. There is a bus I have to catch and then another train but I'm going to get to Montpellier station 3 hours later than I told Lauren. And oh crap I didn't write down her phone number. I know I'll msg fe to get it. Reliable fe gets back to me straight away. I msg Lauren then and now I've run out of credit. I hope she gets it. About an hour passes and she hasn't replied. She would reply. I'm on the bus but I can't appreciate the beautiful drive through the mountains because I'm stressed. I call customer service from the phone to recharge it but for some reason my credit card will not work. Oh my god could anything else go wrong. I wonder what to do then u ask the guy sitting across from me -using hand signals- if I can use his phone. I finally get on to Lauren and can now relax and enjoy the ride. 10 hours after setting off this morning (+ 2 Nutella sandwiches + 10 choc biscuits- just remember my breakfast too) I arrive and meet Lauren.  The evening is lovely and relaxing. We chat, have a lovely home cooked homey mustard chicken and veggies + French wine and desert, and watch some TV. Then I fall asleep peacefully without having to worry about bed bugs...