My first in time on a train.

It was a dark cold night and the city was sleeping, when I left my bed at 3.00 A.M. I was sleepy when i got dressed sleepy and picked up my rucksack... I don't remember if I ate something anything or not, but twenty minutes later I was walking on the screet street and I was (sinking) not sure what you are trying to say here in this sentence on my sweatshirt. I arrived to at the station on time, but the train was late... 45 minutes late.
So after 45 minutes the trip begun began and soon I fell asleep in my seat. I didn't know what kind of black magic had the train had because my mobile phone broke and, four hours later when the train stopped at Barcelona's station I was so concerned. I didn't know the city and I the train station was were really big so so big... how could I find my friend in there?

Desperately, I walked around the station for many times, but without success. I was lost in a strange city at 8AM in the morning. When I had lost the hope to of finding him, he appeared! I ran to hug him, I couldnt's couldn't believe it, I had found hit him! He said that he had been worried because of about me and we both went to visit Barcelona.