After an obvious communication error between the club secretary and head coach, I am en route to the TGV train station, while the rest of my team flies to Belgium. A day in the life of an American living abroad, always exciting. The secretary mistakenly put the name on my ticket as my first and middle name instead of my first and last name and by the time we got to the ticket counter, it was two late and they would not allow me on the plane. So now I have a new ticket, on the fast train that will take me through Paris to Lille, and then it is an hour from there to Belgium. Our match is at 1 PM against a team from Poland, and I am going to miss it, so one of the middles will be playing for me. My head coach is with me because he is the only one that speaks good English and French of the staff. We are sitting on the platform waiting for the train as the sun is coming up and the sky is GORGEOUS. You can always find joy in the little things and I’m sure I will look back on this and laugh.



Looks like I will be able to make it to the match! Maybe not in time for a full warmup, but the gym is only 30 minutes from our final stop. Yay 🙂

The train we are on goes 200 miles per hour. It doesn’t seem so fast from the inside. We are in Lyon now, at our first stop and then we have two stops in Paris before Lille. I slept almost the whole way since I had to be up at 4:30 this morning. More updates later.