The high speed train cost the same as a plane ticket! But I was excited to get there and decided I didn't care about the cost... 100+ euros...
|Expensive Fancy Fast Renfe Train... with a movie in Spanish, thanks for the free headphones I guess?|
Nicole on the other hand, was not going to cave on the price and decided to wait in France for the super cheap overnight train.
I raced back to the hotel, grabbed my backpack and ran back to the train station to board my train. It was a regular train to the Spain border, then I transferred to a regular Spanish train and then in Barcelona I went through airport level security and boarded the high speed train.
At this point, I probably should have stayed in Barcelona for a couple days. But Nicole was flying out of Madrid in three days, and I wanted to spend the last few nights together. What I didn't know was that Nicole would be sick the last two days and would stay in most of the time.
|Mediterranean view from Spanish train|
|Pretty Circle outside Madrid train station|
|Puerta Del Sol Christmas Tree|
Within minutes of chugging my first wine, while waiting for my prawns, the shop filled up with hungry groups of people. I was watching the people at the bar, peeling their shrimp and throwing the shells into a little gutter along the foot of the bar. It reminded me of the olive pit spitoons in Venice.
|Prawns and Wine at my cute standing table.|
I was excited as always to find someone who spoke English and we sat together and chatted. She was a doctorate student from England and she said she spends a lot of time in Spain for whatever her thesis was. We chatted for a while until I explained I was tired and said good night.
I went back to my nice solo room and enjoyed my bed next to the radiator.