Writing 01

Last summer, Penelope and I went on a Interrail though Europe. The travel started on 25th June and ended on 25th August.

One day we had lunch in a Spanish restaurant near the station in Berlin. The chef also was spanish. He said that he had lived in Berlin since 2004. We were talking when the chef Anthony, remenbered that his little neightbor was called Penelope. They met for twenty years. Anthony paid our bill. Another day, we lost the Interrail to Paris. We had to sleep at the station in Prague. While we were sleeping, someone stole us our money. Luckily, our train ticket was available for all the travels that we wanted to do in the two months. We had paid both months.