Last spring, Grace travelled to Rasht to visit her aunt. It was her first trip alone, and she was a little nervous. At the station, she bought a ticket, a bottle of water and a magazine. Then she sat on a bench and waited for her train. At ten o'clock, a train arrived. Grace was reading her magazine, so she didn't hear the announcement. She got on the train and found a seat by the window. An hour later, a man came to check the tickets. He looked at Grace's ticket and smiled. “I'm sorry, but this train is going to Mashhad,” he said. Grace's face went red. She got off at the next station and took a bus to Rasht. She arrived six hours late, but her aunt wasn't angry. They laughed about it over dinner. Now Grace always listens carefully to the announcements. She has never taken the wrong train again.