Ok, new experience.
Tonight as we were heading back to Engis from Huy we had a bit of an episode. The last train of the evening is supposed to leave at 10pm, but it was 20 minutes late. No problem. We wait with all the creepy late night train people in the dark for our train. We finally get on the train, rest easily on our vinyl seats, and smile and nod at the creepy late night train man who assumes we know French. Ah, the next stop is Engis. We stand up and move for the door. I turn the handle, which normally causes the door to slide open, and…. Nothing. Nothing? The door will not OPEN??! I turn and run, flying past Clay, trying to get to the door a few cars up, only to see the Engis sign start to fade past us. It was too late. We missed our stop…
…on the last train of the night.
We started pushing every button we saw, as if an index finger can stop a train. We were desperate… and so tired. Clay had been lugging these two baguettes around, and they now hung limply at his side. I started to cry. “What are we going to DO?” I asked. We found a conductor that basically told us that we needed to get off at the next stop or we would soon be over 20 miles away from Engis. Great. “What should we do?” I asked. He shrugs. I continued to cry. So we get off the train and WALK all the way back to Engis. Two and a half MILES, people. We didn’t want to wake up Michael and Blanca, and all our team could do was laugh at us from the comfort of their own homes, so we started trekking. The baguettes made it about a mile before Clay was eating one, and I was trying to feed ducks with the other as we walked along the river. (Note: The ducks weren’t nearly as excited about the late night feeding as I was. That bread is still floating somewhere.)
We arrived home around midnight, trying to be all quiet and not wake up the family. Wouldn’t you know they were still up watching a movie! Oh well.
There were tears at the beginning, but we ended up having a nice late night walk with the moon shining overhead, the River Meuse, and even some French bread to enjoy and (try to) share.
All and all not a bad ending to a day.