As I write this I am back on the road, or in this case, the tracks. I thought the journey from Nice to Barcelona would be pretty straightforward, but the cheapest flight I could find for today was over 350 Euros! The train fare was only 80 Euros, but involves a 12 hour journey, and three train changes.
The oddest part of the journey is having to change trains at the French/Spanish border, because the railway tracks are different guages! The whole of Europe apparently uses one size of track, Spain alone uses a different size!
So I have 12 hours to read my book, type a blog, stare out of the window at the passing European scenery, and listen to a couple of Spanish lessons.
As I have been in France for a couple of weeks I have listened to so much French, and tried to speak in French as much as possible. I think it will be difficult to stop using French words, and I hope listening to some Spanish lessons on this journey will help the transition process….
“Dos cervecas, por favor, senor.”