Journal Entry July 25th 3:18 am

3:18 am
Apparently I wore myself out panicking earlier because I fell asleep around 6 and just woke up. Now it is 3 am and I've already had 8 hours of sleep.
My room is small with a tiny single bed, a night stand, and a desk, it also has a bathroom with no toilet, what's the point of that!?

11:25 am
I checked out of the hotel at a little after 11 then I got myself back to the station just to make sure I knew the way. Now I'm sitting in a small park with a carosel, fountain, and small garden. Why here? Because I feel safe here the park is full of families and seniors and people meeting and talking. I need to find something to eat. I haven't eaten since this time Friday, and if I end up standing again on the train I may pass out. I think I will do as Elea suggested, go buy some French bread and try to relax. I do feel much more calm than yesterday though.

12:20 pm
Still 5 and a half hours before my train leaves. I'm sitting in front of the Toulouse train station, thinking about the differences between here and Barcelona. It's colder and windier here. I wish I understood something people here were saying. In Barcelona I could understand about half of the Spanish I encountered. Here I understand yes, no please, thank you, and the number 1 to 10. So unless someone says, "yes please 1, 2, 3 thank you," I have no clue what they say. I went and got food. I went to an alimentario and got cookies and apple juice and tucked them away for later. Then I stopped at a bakery and picked 2 random things out of the window. I got seriously lucky, the wrap I picked turned out to be tuna and the pastry was a chocolate mousse-filled doughnut. I was so relieved to have accidently stumbled on food that I will actually eat that when a homeless man came up to me I willingly gave him half. Afterward I felt more full than if I had had a four-course meal. Kindness. My favorite thing about people is our kindness. A kind act no matter how big or small is a beautiful thing, how could I resist that warm, fuzzy feeling?

3:24 pm
I'm sitting near the arrivals gate at the train station. I still have 2 hours before I can even board my train, but I don't care because this is one of the best places I could be. I love to sit and watch as trains arrive and people find friends and family. I've never seen an actor pull-off a genuine reenacting of the scene. A cry of, "Mama," followed by pattering feet as a child jumps into her mother's arms. I even saw a dog that started crying and whining when his owner came up the stairs. Those emotions are so universal that it doesn't matter that I only know 5 words of French.

6:23 pm
Finally on the train to Agen. Fingers crossed that they announce the station clearly.