Me and trains…we’re not the best of friends.

Tell me to go to the airport, and I’ll be there 2+ hours early.

Tell me to go to the train station, and I can assure you I will be running around like a chicken with its head cut off.

Despite my intention to get to the train station at least 20 minutes early, everything that could go wrong…did.

But let’s be honest here. It was all my fault. I lolly-gagged around the house for far too long.

I ate.

plain Greek yogurt, oats, banana, chia seeds, Cacao Bliss, White Chocolate Wonderful.

I took way too long getting ready…and then wasted even more time documenting it.

I spent time putting together the essentials…

…instead of performing my daughterly duties.

After going to the wrong train station, deciding to stay there anyway, and wasting paying almost $20 to park my car…I proceeded to be quite the annoying train passenger.

I sprawled out my stuff like I owned the place.

I tried to sneak photos of myself. Keyword: tried.

I even spoke on the phone for about 5 minutes not caring who was listening - i.e. I performed one of my own biggest pet peeves.

So yes, I’m a bad traveler…for today, at least. No big deal.

My traveling woes all seemed to disappear when I finally spotted Gabriela amidst the little glimpse of heaven we call Penn Station. I’m quite sure it’s going to be a great 24 hours First stop: Candle 79 for some yummy vegan eats!

Ta ta for now. xoxo G

• Do you have any bad traveling habits?
• Any bad traveling stories you’d like to share?