As many of you know, I'm not the most astute when it comes to big cities. One of my biggest fears is train stations and making the necessary connections at the right time. There always seems to be a confusing network of platforms and I always have a little panic that I am indeed on the right one.
I have found myself in this situation countless times over the past few months and I can honestly say I have never been treated in any other way but with kindness and helpfulness. In Bordeaux, it was the french couple who had camino shells on their packs who nodded that i was on the right platform. Though they spoke no English, we saw each other several times on the road to Santiago, smiling at each other in recognition. In Casablanca it was the young man named Jordan from Belgium who made me hang on to the back of his pack while we boarded the train amongst hundreds of others, pushing and shoving, securing a spot in one of the little cubicles. In London, it was a young woman named Heather who graciously helped me get to the right platform and explained the easy way of understanding the London tube system, which I have now mastered and feel completely confident navigating my way through any zone. So many times, people would overhear me speaking to the porter on the train about ensuring which stop I needed to get off and would often say "I'm getting off on that one so just follow me". Etc.
Because of this, I have yet to get on, or off, the wrong train and continue to trust that I am constantly being watched over and looked after as I continue my travels.
God indeed blesses me!
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