At the last minute on Tuesday morning, I decided to take an overnight train into Granada. I had wanted to see the south of Spain and I more-or-less picked Granada over Sevilla and Valencia because I liked the pictures.
The night train was actually kind of fun. I boarded at 9:30 pm (21:30) in Barcelona and arrived in Granada at 8:30 the next morning. I was in a couchette with two girls from Japan who thought I was 21 years old ;) One of the girls wore a medical mask around the train, which sort of made me laugh inside, but they were both very quiet and fell asleep early. The ride itself was pretty relaxing, and the motion of the train put me to sleep quickly too.
The conductor woke us up about 45 minutes before the station, so I had time to wash my face and pack my things. When I looked out the window of the train, the sun was just coming up over the mountains, and what I saw made my heart skip a beat...it was sooo beautiful! Craggy green mountains dotted with little white farmhouses, cypress and olive trees. The fact that I was on a train made it all the more romantic. I decided then that even if I didn´t like Granada, my 11 hour train ride was worth it just to see the sun rise over these mountains.
I realized then that this was my Louvre.
The night train was actually kind of fun. I boarded at 9:30 pm (21:30) in Barcelona and arrived in Granada at 8:30 the next morning. I was in a couchette with two girls from Japan who thought I was 21 years old ;) One of the girls wore a medical mask around the train, which sort of made me laugh inside, but they were both very quiet and fell asleep early. The ride itself was pretty relaxing, and the motion of the train put me to sleep quickly too.
The conductor woke us up about 45 minutes before the station, so I had time to wash my face and pack my things. When I looked out the window of the train, the sun was just coming up over the mountains, and what I saw made my heart skip a beat...it was sooo beautiful! Craggy green mountains dotted with little white farmhouses, cypress and olive trees. The fact that I was on a train made it all the more romantic. I decided then that even if I didn´t like Granada, my 11 hour train ride was worth it just to see the sun rise over these mountains.
I realized then that this was my Louvre.
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