Our final evening in Barcelona was GREAT. We made absolutely sure we wouldn’t miss our train (again), and got to the station about two hours early. Upon arrival we soon realized that there was no consigna or “luggage storage”. This presented a teence bit of a problem because it was dinner time and most restaurants aren’t fond of 2, 50 some pound bags sitting in their dining space. Solution? Eat outside. Outcome? Amazing food, no more stomach problems (knock on wood please), Barcelona football game on TV, PERFECT weather, and as my little Roo would say.. “All of the good things”!
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After a dinner of tapas and some easy to eat spaghetti (me of course), we headed across the street to board our overnight, 14 hour sleeper train to Paris. This being our very first overnight train we really had no idea what to expect. When checking in, we quickly realized it would be different than we thought. As is custom on these trains, men do not share train cars with women, which meant we were splitting up… briefly. |
As soon as we got wind of the bar on board, we made a plan to meet there after the train departed, which was one of the best decisions of the trip so far. We had brought our own bottle of wine with us and were enjoying a few glasses when we started chatting with some guys from, well, just about everywhere. Canada, Israel, Brazil, London and Ireland were the most friendly and lively of the bunch (all male). We had some great conversation and not too long after that it was time for Alyson to go to bed.
This is where things get interesting and a tad hazy… With it now being just the guys everyone seemed to loosen up a little more and the beer was flowing freely… VERY freely for some. There was a ton of storytelling, life lessons discussed and learned, inappropriate conversation, political conversation, and even some convo about love and how much everyone could tell that Alyson and I are deep in it. Long story short, all six of us got SCHWASTED… “Ima gunna tell my kids abought this train ride” “Ill remember chu guys forevera” “Firsts ands lasts names for da faceboook”
I spent a lot of time talking with John, who is from Israel. To have so much in common with someone from around the world is really crazy. We’re both a little hippieish, rationalists, love the earth, like the same music and share the same views on how life should be lived. He had so much to say, and said it very slowly and in extremely broken English. Although I made other great friends on this train, I truly believe that John and I will talk regularly forever.
We all got kicked out of the bar sometime around 3am and I stumbled back to my sleeper room. Well, my attempt to sleep room anyway. I didn’t get much at all, but before I knew it we were rolling into Paris.
I was feeling quite groggy until we made it to our hostel. It really perked me up knowing I would have a GREAT place to sleep the next two nights. Seriously, if you’re ever in Paris the Plug Inn Hostel is for you! Best part of town, clean, mostly younger people, just the best. Our Paris adventures started soon after this, Ill let Alyson give you the deets! Miss you guys!
“To be in loved isa like, de best, like noting else.”- John, my new Israeli friend
TO
p.s. F@*K the security guard from Barcelona
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