I had every intention of being in Milan at this very moment.
I went from Poitiers back to Bordeaux this past weekend. I was supposed to go from Bordeaux to Lyon, Lyon to Chambery, Chambery to Milan, Italy on Tuesday. I am still in Bordeaux.
Monday night, Abby and I had a friend over, Guillaume. My train on Tuesday was scheduled to leave at 5:40 am. Naturally, we decided to stay up all night and drive to the train station around 5 am.
I treated myself to some magazines (Heat and Glamour-gotta love British mags) and I brought some applesauce with me. I fell asleep within 5 minutes of being on the train. There were a lot of stops between Bordeaux to Lyon and when the train started in Bordeaux, there were only two people in my car. When I woke up, not only was I drooling on a stranger, but my car was full.
I arrived in Lyon around 11:30 am (yes, 6 hours on a train) and I went to print out my tickets. I brought my e-ticket numbers with me and you can enter them into a machine and print them-easy!
I printed my tickets from Lyon to Chambery no problem, but I wasn't able to print the tickets from Chambery to Milan. After going up and speaking with a very nice woman, I found out that there was no way that I was going to Milan on Tuesday. Apparently, there was a 'greve' (strike) going on with the train company in Italy, and it was not going to be possible to take the train. I spent about an hour trying to find a way to get to Italy, but to no avail. The only solution they gave me was to book a hotel room in Lyon and try again the next day.
I decided to take a train into Paris to see if I could get a cheap flight or train or something to Milan. I hopped on a train around 2 pm, arriving in Paris around 4 pm. Of course there is no such thing as a "last minute cheap flight". The cheapest was 1,000 euro.
At this point, I was beyond fed up. I love France, I love the ability to see the countryside from the train window and I am so blessed to be able to even be in France, but I was exhausted, tired of trying to explain my situation, and to make matters worse, my phone was about to die. I decided to grab a mozzerella/tomato salad (as pictured above) and I ended up just taking a train back to Bordeaux, arriving back at Abby's apartment around 9:30 pm.
Let's do the math: 6 hours (Bordeaux to Lyon) + 2 hours (Lyon to Paris) + 3 hours (Paris to Bordeaux) = 11 hours on a train, to end up in the same place where I started. Oh and the trains from Lyon to Paris to Bordeaux cost an extra 90 euros.
I was stressed during the day, and was on the verge of crying multiple times, it was probably the worst day that I've had since I've been in France, but then I just remind myself that I AM IN FRANCE, and instantly I feel better