So, there was a bit of confusion today when I offered a local money to drive us to Paris. It all started out fine. The communication was broken but I thought we got our ideas expressed clearly enough. I give you 100 Euros and we get a ride to Paris with another 100 when we get there. He nodded, and said "oui, Paris." Which I thought was clear.
That was 7 hours ago.
I am not sure where we are now but we appeared to have backtracked quite a bit and find ourselves deep in spain somewhere between Madrid and Barcelona. No one speaks a word of English and at best I can figure, we are a good 3 hours from the closest train.
I'll keep you posted on what happens just as soon as I can find Megan.
Wish me luck...the farmers carry guns here
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tom where are you? is this a joke??? has he kidnapped you?
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