Tren

We´re picking up speed and rocking ever so gently. Class Economica. My Spanish is horrendous. Apparently at least two people told me the first train was at 8am. I thought they were saying it that was when the ticket office opened. Silly girl. Ain´t no stinkin´ ticket office here. Only in Chihuahua. So I missed the 1st Class train, which Lonley Planet says is the only way to see the good scenery. Oops.

When the train arrived, the kid next to me asked if I spoke English. He translated for the men yelling out the car doors:

"No room! No room!"

The train stopped anyway and something else was yelled. People started pushing their way into the car in front of us. My new friend told me we could ride if we could fit. I grabbed ahold of the railing and pulled myself into the crowd, up the stairs. The man at the top asked me:
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"Tren?"

I wasn´t sure how to take that. This obviously wasn´t the bus, but I also obviously had little idea of what was going on.

"Um, si, gracias"

We had fought for a spot on the snack cart. No seats left anywhere else. I chose, as Lonely Planet suggested, the left side of the train and laid my bag flat. Sitting on it gave me viewing level for the scenery. I think the ticket man is coming through. With that out of the way, I plan to take my blanket out and sleep solidly, slumped over on the window.

At home, I kept waking up around 4am, thrashing in my sheets. During the day, even when everything feels heavy, I´m able to pull the reigns on my thoughts a bit. But in the deepest REM, subconscious takes over and my mind caves in. Last night in Cuahtemoc, though, I slept solidly, deep, dreamless. Planned to do the same thing now. I think travel should be prescribed for anxiety and depression.