The Ride to St. Sulpice

I got to the train station and realized the train I wanted to take, was nowhere to be found. I was on time for a much earlier train and decided to take it. I validated my ticket and headed onto the train.

I figured that this was a good time to start filling out some postcards and get my receipts in order. You know, figure out just how much money I have been spending. A couple of minutes into my sorting I hear a guy say something behind me. My seat was the last in the section and there was a door behind my seat. He had been standing at the door looking at me going through my stuff. This immediately made me extremely uncomfortable.

He took this as a good time to sit and chat. He asked if I was French. When I said no and he realized I spoke English he went on to ask if I was Filipino, Brazilian, German, really random things, all wrong. Finally I just told him I was American and he went into his story of being Filipino and he has been traveling for 5 years and he used to travel with an American. He loved Thailand, cannot get enough, a man can go there and get lots and lots of beautiful young, 20 year old, women to take care of him for about $1000 a month. He kept bringing up that 60 year old men could even do this, which was strange to me. He looked late 30's early 40s. He asked if a man could get that in America, all the beautiful women to take care of him and surround him for so cheap. I said, I don't know, and he proceeded to tell me that he cannot get into the USA (thank you government), since he always has a missing passport. I tried to make myself look very busy with my postcards and he finally left.

Something happened and the train got delayed and I wound up getting into Toulouse an hour later than I should have. This let me get in at the same time that the train I was originally going to take, would have gotten in. I had five minutes to get to the bus station. Turns out, I had less than that. I caught the bus at a red light and the guy let me on. I would not usually stop a bus when it is not supposed to be picking people up, but I knew it was the right bus number, it was the same driver from last time, and I did not want to stay in Toulouse for an hour.

The ride home was uneventful. I reached St. Sulpice and headed home. I took in the chicken eggs, peeled some potatoes and had a quiet evening with Fanny and Christian.