Passport? Who needs one?

on Friday, we set out on our six week European journey ready to tackle the land we'd been living in for the past nine months. With the trip planned, bags packed, and tickets in hand, we ventured forth by train toward Milan (to sleep in the train station of course). Two hours into our five our ride, April realized her purse was open - "Ohcrap, I can't find my passport!" "Merde!" Oh yes, merde indeed. After some deciphering, and texting, it was found in the backseat of Apes' employer's car... In Nice!! So we headed back to get the passport and replan our departure for Switzerland.

Day 2

We found a train to Interlaken departing at 10:32, yay. At 10:00 we finally reach the ticket window. At 10:01, we were informed that the train was sold out except for first class tickets. Looking for alternative routes it was realized that everything in France was the same deal... Oh and the Italian trains were on strike.

MERRRRDEEEE!!!!!!!!

Luckily (rare case) the lady helping us was amazing. 10:12 - she finds us a train to valence (first class) connected by a bus to Grenoble then a train to geneva - all covered by our eurail passes. WE'LL TAKE IT! We paid the 64€ each for the first class tickets, gave the woman a high five and proceeded onto the train.

A train, a bus, and a train later... We arrived in Geneva, got our obligatory Starbucks and hopped on the next train to Bern. At one of our stops along the way we were parked next to another train where a young boy waved to us. This proceeded to get ugly (literally) as we made faces at each other. His mother yelled at him then laughed when she realized we were laughing too.

We made it safely to Interlaken where we got a good night's sleep ready for the next six weeks.