I have an adventure tomorrow! I get to wake up at 5am! I love waking up at the butt-crack of dawn so much that I only save it for really, really special occasions, like once a never.
I can’t say I’m not a morning person, though, cuz I’m the most productive in the morning. If I don’t make it a good morning, the whole rest of the day is ruined. Yet I can’t get out of bed. Most days, I manage to drag my lazy bum out of bed around 8 or 9 (which really is early for me), but I hate waking up before 7am. If the first number in the time is equal to or less than six, it ain’t happening.
But I’m making an exception tomorrow. I’m making an exception for my father, and he darn well better appreciate it. I’m getting on a bus at 6am, transferring to the subway around 6:20, and hopping on a train to
before 7am. The train won’t arrive at it’s destination until 10am. Ergh…need to pack sandwiches. Avignon
But I’m finally seeing another part of
(teehee) and I get to take the TGV. TGV stands for train de grande vitesse, which literally translates to “train of great speed.” They’re clever, these French. No “bullet train” for them. I mean, they couldn’t call it the “super train” or “wonder train” or “train so fast it will literally knock your socks off” or something? It had to be “train of great speed?” Boh-ring! France