...and get on the wrong metro. I was so excited to see a metro at the bottom of the escalator that I just got on it and didn't bother to notice it was the blue line, not the orange like I needed. I couldn't hear the driver over the speakers (which happens 99% of the time,) so I didn't notice until I saw the sunshine WAY too early in my commute that I was headed south instead of west. I was very smooth, and was able to find my way back to a transfer station then take my designated orange line (now super, duper full of people) back home. Then I took a nap; the whole thing exhausted me.
This is my usual route.

This was my alternative route today.

2 comments:
This happened once to me and Jenny while we were in Paris...almost missed our flight back to London.
You're so adventurous! I don't get how people in big cities can get to where they need to go without carrying maps everywhere...I would get so lost.
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