Early morning- Friday. Off we go to catch the Mocanita, a 100 years old train for a 6 hours, slow journey. We got there at 9, but it was so crowded that we stood in line just to have our names put down on a spare list for that day later or for the next days. Lots of foreigners waiting in line too, some very confused about the list things.
Met a childhood friend and her Italian husband. We haven't seen each other for 20 years.
Came back at 11 hoping that some people didn't show up and we could, maybe, get a seat. They called some names and the very last one called was mine! Yay! Somebody up there loves me.
taking silly photos while waiting
the middle of the road and the train. In the village.
break time. It has to be fueled with water and coal.
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