OK, so the trains were still running when we got to the train station to go back to Sitges and our hotel. All anyone would tell us was platform 9. free. Bill finally figured out that there was just a guy standing at the turnstile handing out tickets to people who walked up and said Sitges.
We went to this magical platform 9 and waited. A train came and we got on it. I asked Bill if it was a train to Sitges. He admitted he didn’t know. He hadn’t noticed the monitors on the platform telling what train was coming in next. Great. So we rode for a few minutes before we figured out that no, this was not the train to Sitges. It was the train to the airport. End of the line. So we just stayed on the train to wait to go back. Instead of returning to the main station, Bill figured out a closer station where we could make the connection to Sitges. So we got off there. It was a small station… not much more than a platform. Bill found a timetable (so one does exist) and figured out which train we’d need to take… and when the last train to Sitges would be. (So there IS a last train!) Pretty soon, Kaitlyn started dancing around. She had to go to the potty. We dashed up the escalator. The guard told us there’s no toilet in the train station. On the train. We went back to the platform where Kaitlyn’s dance got more and more intense. Even if the train that shows up (it was now late) does have a toilet, since it’s late there’s no way of knowing when it will arrive… or knowing until it shows up if there’s really a toilet.
Finally out of desperation, Bill took Kaitlyn down the platform away from the waiting crowd and behind a big pillar so she could pee like a bum. (You do what you have to do.) She came running back and I saw Bill following far behind, holding something in his hand. I asked Kaitlyn what he was holding and she pulled up her dress to expose her naked self to everyone waiting for the train and announced loudly like only a little kid can do my underwear!
The train arrived a couple of minutes later. It did have a toilet.
Years from now Kaitlyn will appreciate that the internet has etched into it for the world to read an entry describing her peeing like a bum then flashing like a stripper.