Kimberly and I took the train from Madrid to Toledo. It was quite the experience. We had been online and saw that the train left at 13:50. I had spent the morning at the National Archives and didn't get over to where Kimberly was until after 1:00 pm. by the time we got to the train station we had about 30 minutes. We hurried to find the ticket booth. We stood in line for a long time. The sign said that tickets would be sold up until 10 minutes before the train departed. We thought we would have plenty of time but the line didn't move and didn't move and the time was going by quickly.
There were about 5 people in front of us. The person at the head of the line took a really long time. When she finally finished her transaction, the next two people moved up and bought their tickets and the lady selling them said that they would be the last ones for the 13:50 train. Then the couple ahead of us convinced her to let them buy tickets and she relented. Finally we got to the cashier and she said just before we got there that they were the last ones. We turned to her and asked her what we were supposed to do. She asked if it was just the two of us and we said yes. She said okay then and said we would have to run to the platform. We hurriedly bought our tickets and ran to the train. We made it with about a minute to spare and we were the last ones to get on the train.
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