It's in your eyes (part deux)

I took the train to Brugge this weekend to go to the Cactusfestival - super packed, so I spent the entire ride on my feet in between carriages. I talked to a bunch of Spanish backpackers, a Belgian girl who spent a term in Madrid on exchange and hopes to graduate in September, an American tourist with a set of massive suitcases and a lady with two kids who hadn't taken the train in ten years. Consider me corrected.