Just as I wrote down the Day number, "88," I remembered the sunny afternoon I wrote down "Day 1." I sure didn't think I'd get this far with this crazy venture. Mrs. Peten picked me up at the youth hostel at 9:15, took me home, served me a quick breakfast, rushed me to the bank to cash a traveller's check, ran me to the station, got my tickets and saw me off. All the time acting like her house was on fire and I was taking up her time. Got the 10:28 train (late as usual) to Paris.
Train $12.40
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