And you don’t have any water or sugar so it just sucks. My flight to CDG was uneventful and I went through security so quickly that I booked an earlier train which meant I would not have to spend 2 hours waiting at the airport train station. Sounds good, right? NOPE.

I went to the SNCF train worker and showed him my ticket to ask which platform I was departing from. He scanned my ticket and told me to walk “rapidement” as the train was getting ready to leave. I showed another train employee my ticket and asked which carriage I should board and he told me, “voiture 13”. I sprinted with Sophie on my shoulder and my two massive suitcases. When I got to voiture 13 there was no room for my bags so I jammed one in the lower baggage area and hoisted the massive one up the stairs where my seat was. I was now soaked in sweat.

When I got to my seat I found a woman sitting in it but there was an empty across the aisle so I just took it. This sometimes happens in France. People squat in your seat and I didn’t have energy to challenge it. That is I didn’t have the energy until an individual at the next stop walked over and told me I was in his seat. After several ticket reveals passing around our phones we all determined that I was in the right seat on the right car on the wrong train.

Instead of heading West I was on my way to Avignon in Provence. I’ve been there before and it is truly beautiful but this was not good. Another nice train employee apologized repeatedly and told me he would call to see how this could be remedied. I knew it wouldn;t be easy. That charming main never came back..

Now at this point I had slept 4 hours. Sophie was tired of being in her carrier and I was thinking seriously about throwing myself from the train.

Stay tuned. This is day doesn;’t seem to want to end. I’ll update in a bit.