Finally, English! my visit to GLOSS-TAH

Finally English!

Finally I could hear people speaking in English at Gare du Nord station. I was still in Paris but I could alreadly hear people speaking English. I felt so relieved I was no longer alone. My English was isolated for a week since Madrid to Santander to Paris it feels like I was on my own the whole time. From the potato catastrophe in Santander to the fiasco in Madrid airport on way to Paris, it was such a relief to finally communicate to someone and understand each other.

After buying the Charlie Hebdo magazine my journey to Londres through the English channel didn’t take that long. This is my second time to take the Eurostar. Let me pause for a moment, I really tried hard not to think about the mess up with my ticket which cost me more total of $169 in addition to the original ticket of $89, hows that for a penalty?  My only consolation was that I will be able to rest well as soon as I get to Gloucester where my friend is waiting for me.

If I wasn’t really that much tired I would’ve love to get a glimpse of London when I got to St. Pancras. Much of my time was spent at Paddington station where I stayed for 7 hours, I moved from one seat to another and ate from one cafe to another as I wait for my trip. 

I was worried I will miss my trip or if I was waiting for the right train or if I was looking at the right platform so on and so forth. I kept going back to the customer service asking same question over and over and each time they ask me where I was going I said Gloucester (Glo- sister) and they say what??? after few try they get it and said ohh GLOS- tah! I just nodded and I was thinking ahhh so that’s how they say it huh? GLOS-tah. Few minutes before the trip I came back and asked again and I asked where is the platform again for Gloss-tah? (lol)

Paddington Station waiting for my trip to Gloucester

Paddington Station waiting for my trip to Gloucester

Let me see my breath

So, here we go let the cold weather begins! The pictures taken below were taken in the morning on my way to Cornwall. I could really feel the cold through my bones and joked around like I was smoking cigarette blowing my breath through my mouth. I couldn’t complain what can I do this is what I wanted – to go see Cornwall and my friend who lives here was gracious enough to take me there. Trust me if I didn’t have him it would’ve been impossible to see Doc Martin’s cottage in Port Isaac.

Gloucester, United Kingdom

I can see my breath

I can see my breath

cold cold

cold cold

Gloucester, United Kingdom

Gloucester, United Kingdom

Gloucester, United Kingdom

Gloucester, United Kingdom

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