Geneva
September 27th 2005 On the 27th I said goodbye to my mom for the second time that year and then I got on the wrong train. She went back to Paris to fly back to Washington and I was supposed to go to Geneva but ended up in Marseille. I've said it once and I'll say it again- that is a dirty city! A nice lady got me the right ticket and an hour later I got on the right train. This train mixup resulted in a very late arr
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