Train joys

As I said in another post, there has been some interruption to the train services - ours particularly, so that when we got to Sants this morning we found we had to reserve a seat, like it or not. We sat waiting for some time and then suddenly everything was go: officials galore gathering up the passengers and, with signs, walking them outside to a waiting bus. Where we waited. Finally, at eleven, we took off. Knowing that there’d been some interruption, we weren’t too worried as we thought the bus would just drop us off at the nearest connecting station. It did. An hour and a half later - at Tarragona. By that time everyone on the bus was sweating profusely as the heating was one (it is autumn in Spain, after all) and the air conditioning wasn’t. With great relief we all abandoned the bus, and are now all on our way to Valencia (and several points in between), forty minutes late, but at least there’s room to move - and there’s a movie (Orlando Bloom in Spanish - it’s something we’ve seen before [Elizabethtown] and it isn’t very good), and the train has a decent toilet and a restaurant car with reasonable prices.