It’s now Tuesday, May 7th and we are headed on the train to Paris from Madrid (via Barcelona.) Last hotel on my itinerary as I cancelled our trip to the Lake District. It was just too much traveling, time to head to Sheila’s and stay put until it’s time to go to Southampton and our boat trip home. It’s been a great holiday but I am already ready to go home. That’s not to say that I am not glad that we will be seeing Sheila and England. Of course I am. It’s just that thoughts of home and Mitzi, walking and being quiet, have been coming into my mind more often.
I think I posted about Segovia. At least I wrote something up on my iPhone (currently typing on my iPad) that I hope was saved. Today it’s just been a very long day of traveling. We packed last night which was quite the job. We haven’t bought a lot of heavy stuff, just some clothes and a couple of Spanish tiles, t-shirts for the kiddos. But it still meant rearranging things. Glad we did it last night though. It took over an hour and this morning we got up at 6:00 and by 7:00 were out of the hotel and on our way by taxi to the train station.
Ah taxis. Taking a lot more than I’d budgeted for. Think I’ve written about that. It is just too hard to haul the suitcases around and definitely not on any subways. So there will be a taxi tonight and a taxi Thursday morning to Gare du Nord for the Eurostar and then a taxi at St. Pancras to transfer to Paddington. And maybe (probably) a taxi from Southampton train station to the boat a week Thursday.
Still, the overarching thought for me today is how thankful that we have traveled in safety and good health so far. That we haven’t lost anything. I had a moment of high anxiety when we got to Madrid Atocha train station this morning and I couldn’t remember where I had put my green card. I worried I had left it on the bed as I was packing last night. Looked frantically through my bags and finally located it in a small pocket. Have put it with my Canadian passport now; I hadn’t kept it with my passport because I always worry it will fall out. But I do think it is the best place for it.
But traveling healthy and safely have meant we could go from place to place, see the things we wanted to see. To say nothing of what it would have cost if we had got sick or lost something—or even lost each other. I wonder if this is a function of getting older. I never thought this much about my health when I was young, even ten years ago I really didn’t think a lot about health. Always took out insurance of course but my illness last November and episode in March shook me and I notice that R just doesn’t have the energy anymore, he is less sure of himself than he used to be, and there is the necessity on both our parts to have access to WCs (toilettes, aseos) every few hours. The joys of getting older. Thus we travel while we can although our next trip will be way less ambitious than this one was! No multiple transfers and no hauling loads of luggage!!
Well, I suppose I should visit the train’s WC again before we get to Paris. Why is it that these trains always run out of loo paper? Do people use that much? More prosaic musings :)
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