After working for 3 months in the secluded life of American Village (with one week-long break and few trips to anything that could qualify as a town, let alone a city), I am entirely ready to be back on the road. Thankfully, I haven’t been disappointed by my newest travels.
When I arrived in Lyon, I found my way to my CouchSurfing (CS) host’s place and rang the bell. No voice, just a buzz in. I pressed the call button for the elevator and got into a box not much bigger than a phone booth with my backpacking backpack, electronics backpack and two bags. I squeezed against the mirror, almost entirely encircled.
As I slowly stepped backwards to leave the elevator, a tall, skinny brunette was leaving the apartment. She asked if I was from CS. I said yes. She told me that she was on her way out and Christophe (the guy that I had arranged my stay with, who had two roommates, a French girl and Marta, the Polish girl that was bringing me in) was also out because he thought that I was coming by plane. I realized that this was because I had asked about how to get to the airport (which I needed to do the next day, I was coming in by train). So I asked for the Wi-Fi access code, uploaded my remaining American Village pictures and waited for Christophe.
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