Yes, yes, I’ll write all about Germany later, but for now, the traveling portion. I was very lucky on Monday — only one of my three train legs were cancelled due to the strike. That leg, the 2nd, between Valence and Paris, got improvised to a Valence-Lyon-Paris trek, where I sat on a baggage rack for two hours between Lyon and Paris. It was actually fun, and more comfortable than I thought it was going to be. Also more comfortable than standing inbetween the cars for two hours, which lots of people did.
Now, I’ll be traveling again in two days. The French train strike is still on, but only in the southeastern part of the country, which I’ll avoid until next Friday. So, technically, I have my tickets, and the trains should be running. But there’s a volcano that’s erupted in Iceland, which has closed all European airports (except those in Spain and east of oh, say, Turkey) until, at best, Sunday night, at worst…uh, who knows when this volcano will stop spewing ash? So my guess is that most trains I take will look like some French trains did during the strike — like refugee trains carrying passangers with more luggage and slightly better clothes.
This is, of course, assuming that I actually go to Bordeaux, which is the plan for the second week of vacation. My friend, who I’m supposed to be meeting there, may not be able to make it. I think I’d still want to go, even if it’s by myself, but we’ll see.
P.S. Longer Letter Stories Later