Ingalill and I took the train to San Juan Capistrano for our traditional photo-photo outing.
We arrived in plenty of time, got our ticket from a person who wrote the track number on the ticket, we went to said track number and waited with a fellow traveler while the signboard continued to flash the arrival of our train – but no train arrived.
Finally we went back to the ticket counter and found the same woman who sold us the tickets. OOOPS, she had given us the wrong track and the wrong track still thought it was the right track. Confusion all around.