The first thing I noticed about taking the train out of Barcelona was that Spanish trains have more security and are less smooth in their running. Previously, we stopped four times for border control between Montpelier and Barcelona, and when we left Barcelona for Granada, they scanned our bags and checked our tickets twice before we boarded.
We shared our compartment with two sweet old ladies. Caroline managed to help them with their luggage, and I scrabbled together some translating.
We ate our bread and cheese in the train cafeteria. We looked super scrappy next to the swanky bar and the people in business attire – sitting on the floor, eating cheese and nutella on bread with a gelato spoon and swigging from a shared two liter of Fanta Limon.
In general, the train was pretty nice and we got to Granada around 8:30am.
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