Day 8- The Ride

Today we embarked on a 5 1/2 hour train ride early in the a.m. from Madrid to the Northern part of Spain, a town called San Sebastian. But before I talk about our destination, I want to talk about the ride. Because isn't that what life is all about, the ride!?! I know this seems a bit philosophical for a travel blog but that is what happens sometimes when you travel. Traveling is much different than going on vacation. Most of the time it's a longer period of time and you finally get to a point where your life slows down a bit. Technology is not as accessible, people usually don't speak as much English if any and you no longer have a to do list. That is when you open up your mind and notice the small things in life, because at the end of the day no one remembers how they fell asleep, they remember everything they did to get to bed. I don't know when riding trains became a thing of the past..... Was it because our society sped up and everyone had to get places faster? I mean how often do you get to look at the scenery on a plane besides maybe when you fly over the Grand Canyon. Trains are nostalgic, they give you a sense of what life was like when people dressed up to go places. They have dining cars, ticket takers and a ton of leg room. We saw, rain, snow and mountains on our way. It was just the thing that reminds you to stop and look around once in a while because not just life but the world around you will quickly pass you by.