Chaos

We arrived in Geneva, Switzerland Thursday night after all the information booths had closed. We had NO idea where we could find a hostel and it was already dark. We just started walking down the streets of Geneva praying we would find something quickly. We walked for at least 20 minutes before we saw a little hostel sign. Hopeful, we went up to ask it they had room but were quickly rejected. The owner pointed us in the direction of another hostel and we headed there. Luckily this hostel had room even though it was a little sketch. We hadn't eaten anything for probably 10 hours so our next mission was food. We saw a McDonalds on the way to the hostel so we went in that direction. We had a good hamburger and McFlurry but we were floored by the prices. 2.50 Swiss Franc for a dollar burger! Ridiculous. We quickly realized how expensive everything was there in Switzerland. On the way back to the hostel we were walking by a clothing store and Sarah says..."even the manikin looks like he trying to get my money"

The next day we woke early to explore Geneva and then hopped on a train to Basel, Switzerland. We decided that we wanted to start the journey back to Sevilla the next day so we wanted to get to Paris where the only night train was going out that day. We also didn't want to pay for another night in a hostel so we decided to get a night train to Amsterdam. (Yes the delirium was still there...we were even beat box singing in the Basel station) There's just something about night trains...they're crazy uncomfortable but you feel like you are getting somewhere when you wake up in a different city and they are a lot cheaper than hostels.

This is where the complete insanity began. We got to Amsterdam and planned to explore the city a bit before going on to Paris. I thought it would be best to get our tickets for the next train before we explored so we found the place to do that. The lady was unhelpful and told us that we were completely out of luck for getting to Paris that day. We decided to get the next train to Brussels to try our luck there. A super nice worker there found us the cheapest way to get to Paris with ONLY 3 different train changes. We spent the entire day changing trains but eventually made it to Paris only to for more disappointment. After talking to a million people we were informed that all the trains were full for Eurail pass holders because of their "limit". We finally explained to them that we HAD to be back in Spain the next day and they explained to us that it would come at a cost. We had to pay full fare for the night train from Paris to the very top of Spain and then spent another day waiting for trains to get back to Madrid. At about 11pm we arrived in Madrid with no hostel plans once again. We found a McDonalds with WiFi and looked up the closest hostels. This is where we definitely knew that God was right there with us. We were both stressed and tired and didn't exactly want to spend the night on the streets of Madrid. (not the safest streets at night) I found a good prospect for a hostel and we started walking that way. We got there and I pushed the button praying they would have room. I asked the little old man in Spanish and he said that they had only 4 beds left for the night. Perfection. We weren't going to get murdered in Spain that night. We slept for a total of 5 hours before we got up to catch the first train back to Sevilla.

This last part of our European adventures was a bit stressful, and there might have been a few tears shed, but we had fun through it all. It was one of the best experiences ever because I was able to see SO much of Europe. I wouldn't change the experience for the world.

Getting home chaos soon to come :)