Where the Tracks Trail Off into Silence They don’t really vanish, you know. These old Spanish railway lines. They don’t scream or collapse or announce[…]
A Different Kind of Train Journey After all the commuter runs, regional rambles, and high-speed sprints, this one was different. This was railway indulgence. The[…]
The Dream of International Rail There’s something uniquely satisfying about boarding a train in one country and stepping off in another. No airports. No plastic[…]
Vilanova i la GeltrĂş and a Promised Trip It all started with a bribe. “If we go to the beach town,” Sue said, “we are[…]
You’d think I’d come to Spain for the weather or the food. Everyone else does. But no. I came for the tracks. And not even[…]
Couldn’t sleep the night before. Nothing dramatic—just that mild sort of buzzing when something important’s coming. I laid out my socks. Sue said I looked[…]
After getting bounced around (in a mostly fun way) on Feve’s slow, unpredictable, and stubbornly scenic northern routes, I figured it was time for something[…]
After Sitges, we needed a shift. Something slower. Less predictable. Not just another straight-line rush from A to B. So, obviously, we ended up on[…]
Spain’s railways? They were solid, sure, but nothing revolutionary. Then 1992 happened. The AVE (Alta Velocidad Española) rolled in, and suddenly, Spain wasn’t just in[…]
Barcelona doesn’t stand still. It moves, it pulses, it shifts. And beneath all that movement is a rail system that’s nothing short of a masterpiece—metros,[…]