My first in a train. It was a dark cold night and the city was sleeping, when I left my bed at 3.00 AM. I got dressed sleepy and picked up my rucksack... I don't remember if I ate something or not, but twenty minutes later I was walking on the screet and I was sinking on my sweatshirt. I arrived to the station on time but the train was late... 45 minutes late. So after 45 minutes the trip begun and soon I fell asleep in my seat. I didn't know what kind of black magic had the train 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 really big so... 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 8. AM in the morning. When I had lost the hope to find him, he appeared! I ran to hug him, I couldnt's believe it, I had found hit! He said that he had been worried because of me and we both went to visit Barcelona.