Today, at the end of a week of staycation - enough of it in the F-word's studio to convince me that what I already thought was a Good Idea should be a Family Business - as I walked my foldy bike and no luggage through one busy metropolis's train station on my way to another busy metropolis's train station a couple of countries over, it struck me that I'm living the dream. One of them, anyways. The one about being an international woman of mystery with a foldy bike. Calm, assured, knowing what to do, where to go, in several countries, in several languages.
Then I got on the Thalys and it took me five minutes to find the button to flush the toilet
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