France: We Meet Again

So, it's been a while since I updated you. Sorry. Here is the quick rundown. I will give you the real play by play (if you really want it) when I get back to Madrid.

We spent two days climbing, eating lots of schnitzel, and trying our very first schnaps in Austria. It was wonderful, and we didn't want to leave. But, we had a train to catch. So, we headed to Zagreb, Croatia. Well, that was the idea, anway.

We got stuck in Dobov, Slovenia for a few hours. Fine, right? There was a very quite pizza place across the street, and we killed a few hours eating (very salty) pizza. When we got on the train to Zagreb, however, our train car door was thrown open and a very aggressive looking policeman yelled, "Passport!" and proceeded to take our passports out into the hallway, stare at the for at least five minutes, all while talking into his walkie-talkie. I thought we were going to be arrested, or thrown off the train, or murdered or something. He threw our passports back, and left. Then five minutes later, another policeman threw open the car door and did the same thing. Terrifying.

We got the Zagreb, and our plan was to go to Plitvice lakes the next morning. Didn't happen. For a lot of unfortunate circumstances, we ended up staying in Zagreb, sleeping and doing absolutely nothing but making ourselves homesick all day long. Remedy? McDonald's for dinner. It actually helped quite a lot. Sad, huh?

The next morning, we hopped on one train and a bus and went to Venice. Much better. We had dinner on the Grand Canal, took lots of pictures, and got harrassed by a lot of men trying to sell fake Prada bags. The next morning, we had croissants and Nutella, cappacinos and fresh orange juice, while we watched the people go by. Oh, and don't forget the tiramisu and the gelato. Yum. I like Italy. :)

I would have stayed, but again, we had a train to catch. So we literally have been on the train all day, and just got the Nice a few hours ago. (That's in France, everybody.) We are sleeping for the night, then hitting the trains again all day tomorrow. And then? A few days sitting on the beach in Barcelona. Then, back to Madrid for class! We are tired, tired of trains, and significantly more well-traveled than before. Ready to be home, and enjoying our last few days of traveling.

Pictures, and more thoughts to come.

Ciao,

Ally