While the rest of the Mueller-family were busy with their stuff, I took another trip down to Hollywood.
When I wanted to go home it was supposed to be as easy as it was to go there. But it wasn't. Instead I got to experience a little warm American culture:) When I came to the train station, I came just before the train, so I ran to the platform, but it was on the wrong track purchased a ticket, which I had to do before I entered the train. So I ran to the ticket-machine, but at the time I had bought the ticket, the train was gone, so I had to wait for about 30 minutes. A train came on the time that my train was scheduled to leave, so I entered. But after a while, when they announced that it was 30 minutes to next station, and that station was not mine, and we were supposed to arrive at my station in 15 minutes, I started to think I was in the wrong train. So I asked a man, and I was. But the nice thing was that I asked this man and suddenly 6-7 people around started to talk, trying to help me find the best solution, so I had some nice conversations:) And after some time waiting at a station, Blake came and picked me up.
Tomorrow I will take off and head for Minneapolis for a night. Thursday me, Derek, Regan and Justus will drive to meet Auni and her kids, and I will go with them to their home in Norfolk, Nebraska.
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åh - det var jeg en litt festlig historie:-) Hehe!
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