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Published: August 22nd 2008
On the train to Barcelona on May. 13, we could feel the excitement building, knowing that we were on our way to Spain. Among other things, we were looking forward to conversing with people again, since our Spanish is much better than our French. Our train stopped and we realized that we had crossed into Spain without noticing, and had to change trains en route to Barcelona. The train transfer had ...
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tim
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do you think it's just a coincidence that just as you walked out of your hotel the holy protector of the mentally ill people went by? I dont buy it!