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Train from Barcelona to Madrid

It poured rain in Barcelona this morning. Even though I wore my waterproof puffy hoodie, I was slightly damp. It really is a great jacket though, warm when I need warmth but very light too.

We walked as far as the Cathedral, took a quick look inside it again, and then wound our way back to the hotel with a few wrong turns. Barcelona, like Paris, is a city of web like streets and so many look the same. Still, we made it back in plenty of time so R could change into dry clothes and we could check out in a relaxed way. Like yesterday, our taxi ride only took about 20 minutes. Although I had budgeted not to take taxis, from now on, if we have luggage or an early start, I would always go for a taxi from a train station unless we were literally only a 10-minute walk away.








It felt good to see Barcelona again, especially as we had seen it already. We reminded each other of what we had seen and it will be fun when we get home to look at the photos we took a few years ago.

I suggested to R that we think about changing our itinerary next week and instead of going to Windermere go straight to Sheila’s. These train changes are hard on our backs, dragging luggage and all. And then we would only be in Windermere for two nights and we would have to pack up again. Sheila says it is fine if we come two days early. And then, if the weather is predicted to be rainy on Wednesday, we could travel to Southampton a day early and be there. I don’t know though, I think what is also quite tiring is moving from hotel to hotel, unpacking just enough for a night, then making sure we have everything together again for the next morning.

We will think—well mainly I will think—on it.


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