Current Location: Åre, Sweden
As early as two weeks before I left for Sweden this time was in my head as the time our train to Åre would be leaving from Stockholm on Saturday night. That day just leisurely progressed with everyone taking their time with packing, eating, and whatever else was necessary in order to get ready (myself learning some uke chords via YouTube). In the middle of my attempt to play the G7 chord, my cousin runs into the room (it was around 21:15) rather frantic and says "We're leaving now! Mamma got the time wrong and we're actually leaving at 21:55!"
It was a mad rush to finish packing immediately and within 10 minutes eight people finished packing up and two cabs were called to take us to the train station as there was no time to take the bus.
Imagine. The taxi meter said we were picked up at 21:34 and we arrived at the train station at 21:45 without tickets (we still had to pick them up) and not knowing what platform we were on. After the first two people run into the station (one to stop the train and the other to pick up the tickets) the luggage that was left (which included skis and snow boards) was split between five people as the sixth person was carrying a baby.
Once the five of us were in the lobby we received the message that the train was still at the platform (17) and that it was running late so there was no reason to have had someone even go and stop it. Now, I think you would anyone who is reading may think "alright so they ran straight to platform" ... this wasn't the case. For some reason, we all just stood there as the prospect of "5 extra minutes" somehow meant we could linger for a bit longer.
When FINALLY we mobilized around 21:52 that's when we did our version of the crazy run through the train station with luggage either in tow or on our shoulders or arms. If you've had to do such a thing before then you know how taxing such a mini-marathon can be. But this run of ours ... added stairs. This was how our course looked like: run, down two flights of stairs, run, and finally up a rather long flight of stairs.
Eventually, though we made it to the over-night train and we were able to get on as I'm in Åre now. The trek it took to just get to the train was an adventure in and of itself ... I can't wait for what's in store for the rest of the week.