Wednesday, March 16th - "We aren't that homeless, we have Purell"

Travel day, us and our backapcks (who we still havent named but we will keep you posted) had until 11pm in Paris until we took an overnight train to San Sebastian. This day involved a lot of subway rides an errands. We found a Nikon store and replaced the camera cord Jen had lost on the beach in Samara (huge shock on that one since she is always so careful of her stuff...sike! If you know her you know that she honestly could lose the shoes off her feet). We talked to lots of train station peeps and figured out the deetz of using our eurail passes. Jens padlock on her backpack had stealthily changed it's own combo...we know this is weird but they are super janky locks. Jen blames the locks for this more than Kelly, who just blames Jenny for being scatterbrained as usual. The nice train station man cut the zipper on Jens bag so she could get her passport out, guess the lock is more for show now? We ate stolen hostel baguettes and chocolate spread on the steps by a skyscraper in Montparnasse. It really stands out bc with the exception of religious buildings and the Eiffel tower all buildings are the same height (there was a law about the limit of stories a building could have back in the day). We were homeless nomads for a while longer, exploring neighborhoods, splitting a pizza, venturing into a grocery store for carrot sticks an hummus (where our backpacks nearly knocked every single item off of the shelves we passed). We had to describe just how ridiculous we look sporting these - after a day of walking we get a serious case of newborn deer legs. 

We got on our train a little early and settled into our super reclining seats for a nice nights sleep....until all the other passengers started to board.

We don't know how to describe the smell of this train but our singed nose hairs may be an indication. It was stinkier than the horse poo burning in the sun on the beach of Samara. We hate to point fingers (who are we kidding, no we dont) but it got eye watering every time the Parisian woman behind us lifted her arm reaching up to get something out of her bag stowed overhead. Every seat around us was full and an old guy nearby with a mouth full of gold teeth kept turning around to look at us before cracking himself up. Who knew the train from Paris to Spain was the sketchiest place we would encounter? We decided we had to fall asleep quick to escape our surroundings. Just as we closed our eyes, Indian music started blaring out of some anonymous persons cell phone. By song 7 Kelly was about to lose it, Jenny secretly wished for song 8 so she could see this happen. Instead she put her rule-breaking streak to good use and found a totally quiet mostly empty area of the train. We hauled our stuff down there and spread out, each taking up 2 seats for a glorious night of train sleep...well maybe dozing is a better word for it.