{"id":336,"date":"2012-09-28T00:09:06","date_gmt":"2012-09-27T21:09:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/travelstoriesfromyworld.wordpress.com\/?p=336"},"modified":"2017-03-20T03:44:30","modified_gmt":"2017-03-20T00:44:30","slug":"the-first-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tstories.gr\/en\/the-first-time\/","title":{"rendered":"The first time&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img class=\" wp-image-317 alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/tstories.grwp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/img_0505.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"514\" height=\"457\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tstories.gr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/img_0505.jpg 1123w, https:\/\/tstories.gr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/img_0505-600x534.jpg 600w, https:\/\/tstories.gr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/img_0505-300x267.jpg 300w, https:\/\/tstories.gr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/img_0505-1024x911.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 514px) 100vw, 514px\" \/>This morning it was impossible to sleep in the train! The reason was the woman next to me \u00a0who couldn\u2019t stop chatting with another \u00a0passenger in front of us. Their favorite argument : the yesterday s rain in Milan\u2026 I tried a little more but their voices couldn\u2019t let me sleep, so I put the ear headphones to avoid their \u00a0annoying chat and immersed myself in an hour of \u00a0thoughts \u00a0accompanied by the music sound of\u00a0 Beatles.<\/p>\n<p>Listening to the <em>Yellow submarine<\/em> remind me of the first time when I took the train during my trip in Germany\u2026and automatically tried to remember all the first times that I got on a train and the mood in which I was at that moment!<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>So, let\u2019s think about it! The first time that \u00a0I took the train was in <strong>Athens<\/strong>, when I had to go for the first time at the Panellinios Gymnastics Association. I was 13 years old and \u00a0I was just starting to do athletics! I remember my parents who in order to be sure that I would find my way to the Victoria Station, had arrived before me at the station and called a little later to tell me to start all alone from home \u00a0and catch the train to Victoria.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>I remember how scared I was and how proud I felt when I saw my parents seated in a caf\u00e9 waiting for me with a big smile on their faces as If their daughter was the smartest kid in the world, because I did it well and I didn\u2019t miss the train or the way to Victoria Station.<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>The first time I took the train outside Athens, must have been when I decided to go alone to <strong>Thessaloniki<\/strong> ,when I was in the First Grade. Ticket at Larissa station and then intercity train until the second capital of Greece. On that trip I started\u00a0 writing my thoughts on the paper, and I suppose that it was the first time to realize that \u00a0trains inspire me! I remember that I felt very happy and at the same time full of impatience, reading poems and dreaming of moving one day to the adorable and sparkling Thessaloniki.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<ul>\n<li>The first time that I took the train abroad was when I went to<strong> Germany<\/strong>. From <strong>Dortmund<\/strong> to<strong> K\u00d6ln<\/strong> with a two decker \u00a0train with a good company and poetic mood. On that trip I wrote with E. one of the funniest songs &#8211; in English . The melody was based on the Yellow Submarine of Beatles. We had lots of fun!<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<ul>\n<li>I also remembered the first relocation abroad and specifically to <strong>Castellon De La Plana, Spain<\/strong>, always by train &#8230; My friends G, L and I with big\u00a0 and heavy suitcases, happiness all around us and dreams just about to become reality &#8230; I remember our impatience to get as soon as possible to the station so as to begin the search of a new apartment !<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<ul>\n<li>First time <strong>outside Europe<\/strong>, by \u00a0train of course, was when I took it from the Central Station of <strong>Washington DC<\/strong>\u00a0 for \u00a0<strong>New York<\/strong>! I remember \u00a0that the ticket was really expensive \u00a0but I had such a good company (my ex colleagues from Panteion University) and so looking forward to seeing Big \u00a0Apple that\u00a0 I had deleted immediately the annoyance of the train ticket\u2019s high price.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<ul>\n<li>I finally remembered, the first time \u00a0having taken the train in<strong> Italy<\/strong> in order to go to work &#8230; How can I forget that day? 7 in the morning waiting for the train on the platform 2 \u00a0for <strong>Milan<\/strong>, full of impatience and anxiety about &#8220;the new things&#8221; that were\u00a0 waiting for me at the Central Station of Milan!<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>The train stopped violently and <em>kicked me out of my thoughts<\/em>! So we arrived in Milan today too! I surpassed the annoying woman sitted next to me and with a big smile I wrote on my mobile phone a note which would remind me to capture- by posting an article on my blog- all those first times in the train and the feeling of impatience and optimism that accompanied them &#8230;<\/p>\n<p>What about you? When was your first time..? Give me some feedback<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This morning it was impossible to sleep in the train! The reason was the woman next to me \u00a0who couldn\u2019t stop chatting with another \u00a0passenger in front of us. 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