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My most recent travel story, please sit back and relax

The train, like everything else on the trip, was easy to find, there was a little confusion when people were boarding as two of the queues between two different platforms somehow seemed to get mixed up. The monster tried to tell me I’d get on the wrong train while I was in the messy queue, but I shushed it by constantly showing it the platform number I’d taken a photograph of. 

The fact that trains had their own little security station where they checked your bags before you boarded was interesting, and I wondered perhaps we could do with something like this back home. 

I found it a little difficult to lift my suitcase on to the train which was raised from the platform, as well as finding it hard to lift on to the overhead compartments, my monster refused to help me, preferring to laugh and tell me I should have gone to the gym but thankfully the passenger I was sitting next too helped me out. 

I managed to shove the monster into my rucksack before the train began its journey to Granada, as I excitedly realised I had the window seat and felt like I’d become a child, happy to look out the window at the country I’d barely seen since I got here. 

I enjoyed the mountainous views and as the train slowed as it reached Granada, I then saw a tiny dust devil messing up someone’s hung up laundry. Furthermore, I’d never seen a dust devil in real life before, so I enjoyed watching it, but I also hoped it hadn’t made the person’s laundry too dirty, the monster had unzipped itself from my rucksack wondered if it was heading towards our platform, I hoped not. I didn’t want to arrive at the Spanish school covered in dust or that’s what I thought happened if a tiny dust devil decided to run you over, it felt like it would be very…dusty. 

Thankfully, the dust devil was not there to meet us on our arrival to Granada. The monster was covering my eyes once again and listing all the things that could go wrong, the school was actually a scam and there was no Spanish School waiting for me, there would be no taxis to take me to the school, I’d get lost, or the taxi driver would not understand where I wanted to go and take me somewhere else entirely. 

I took a moment to try and shove the monster into my suitcase before I went out of the station to find the taxis. Unfortunately, it would not go and followed my short walk to the taxi stand. “There are taxis here, I told you” I said to the monster, it just smiled and replied “But will they really take you where you need to go? Is the Spanish School even real? How much can you trust the internet?” 

I walked up to a taxi and showed the taxi driver the address of the Spanish school on my phone with my shaky hands. He nodded and thankfully paid no attention to how nervous this silly tourist looked, and helped me put my suitcase into the boot of the car. 

Very soon I would be at the Spanish School, ready to start my two weeks there. The monster smiled at me from the back seat. Well, I hoped I would be anyway… 

Arriving at the Spanish School did in fact have some bumps in the road, more so than any of my journey to Granada, find out in the next Chapter!

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 Chapter 3, Chapter 5

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