I decided to take the train from Barcelona to Bruges, Belgium. I got up early and had no problems getting on the Spanish train. I had a connection in Lyon, France that was kind of tight and I was a little concerned since I had not been able to find another train out of Lyon to Bruges that day. I thought I might have to spend the night. Of course the train was late getting into Lyon and I made it to the connecting platform just as my train was pulling out. After asking some people, I found my way to the re-booking area. It was total chaos. It looked like there were two very long lines but I didn’t know which one I should be in. I opted for the shorter one. The usual French disdain for all humanity was clearly evident. It was not a pleasant experience. But, amazingly enough, there was a train in about two hours and they were able to get me on it.

All the seating in the station was occupied, it was hot and I needed the toilet. There were signs for the toilet but when I followed them, I couldn’t find it. Finally I asked somebody who was able to give me directions down a very long hallway. And lo and behold next to the toilet was an air-conditioned waiting room.

I had to change trains again in Brussels but that was very nice and easy. I arrived in Bruges very late and very tired. But it was worth it. A beautiful place.

The only MichaelAngelo outside of Italy lives in Bruges.