Friday, August 14, 2009

One hour outside Granada, Spain

My first european train ride was from Barcelona to Grenada on an overnight train. All of the others in the compartment got off at various stops during the night and I woke to find I had the cabin to myself. The sun was up and I could see the view I had missed all night: green rolling hills with clusters of small towns like white cubic pools here and there. This was a view I rarely saw since I spent so much of my time in cities.

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