And for a second I was transported to the O-Train platform at Greenboro or Carleton. There are no bells (or bilingual British woman voice) in the German version. But it was enough to make me nostalgic for the countless times I spent running to catch it.
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Next stop, CONfederation.
Prochaine arret, con-feh-deh-ra-tion
Ah, sweet O-train. Remember our Monday morning jogs last year, and running for it with a cartload of TV equipment?
OK that's it - I have lived vicariously long enough. So I am getting on a plane to Portugal on the 4th of September and doing what you are doing - playing tourist....if you decide to spend any time in Lisbon and need a place to stay, I will give my number to your parents.
PS I gather by now you have figured out that those anonymous comments were from me....Dulce
Joni, all those images flashed into my mind when I saw this train. And then I got homesick.
Dulce! I'm sure my parents have told you but I'll be in Lisbon from the 5 to the 7th! But I am supposedly staying with my cousins. If that doesn't work out I'll let you know. Thanks for the offer and sorry for making you so jealous. :)
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