When Eric and I were traveling together for the first time in July and August 2010, we planned to take a train from Marseille to Nice to catch a flight to Rome. We got to the train station in Marseille early, grabbed some sandwiches for lunch, and sat near the right berth to catch our train. When the time came, Eric asked a conductor - in French! - which train we should get on to get to Nice. We boarded, settled into some comfy seats, and pulled out our books for the trip.
|The train station in Nice.|
As we pulled away from the station, the conductor began announcing the stops. At first, the geography seemed okay. The cities were in the right region, I thought. Then I realized the cities were going the wrong direction. Then he announced that the final destination was Brussels.