
For the first time since we had arrived in Paris, we woke up before the sunrise. At 6:30 am Saturday morning, we woke, gathered our stuff, and headed for the train to Strasbourg. We had purchased our tickets online in advance so we could pick them up at the station's automatic ticket machines. Of course, when we got there, the machines didn't work, which forced us into waiting in a not very long but unbelievably slow line. With a half hour to spare, I didn't start out concerned. But when the first person of six took 10 minutes, I calculated that making our train seemed highly unlikely.These were the moments that I wished later I would have just relaxed and been the type of person who thought, "this train, next train, ah who cares?" Unfortunately, I instead paced in my two by two square, tapped my foot and did a lot of sighing. After all that, we picked up our tickets at the counter, ran to the track and hopped aboard our train with about 30 seconds to spare. By then I was quite tense and now Geoff started frowning because our 'relaxing' trip was obviously anything but.Over the course...