Hola, Last bloggotime, we were on round two of a trip to Barcelona from Paris. Bidding farewell to Paris in the Springtime is tough, but one must sally forth. We caught another night train to Barcelona, this time in recliner chairs. Now, last time I bashed overnight trains as loud, hot and uncomfortable. They are not ALL like that, and can be a delightfully cheap option to coughing up cash for a hostel or hotel. However, the constant stopping and going of the train and snoring Slovenian guy next to you may contribute to a less than peaceful nappy time. Julie
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