Not wanting to fly to much this year we thought we’d go to Spain (Valencia to be precise) by train.
Stage 1: Getting the Eurostar to Paris. Via the Business Premier Lounge at St Pancras (cheers Lucy!), the entering of which was not unlike how I imagine the ascent to heaven to be, complete with St Peter with a mid-atlantic accent and an Agnes B suit.
Étage 2: A leisurely afternoon in Paris in the rain, eating bad meat, wandering round the Pompidou, that sort of thing.
Étage 3: Paris to Barcelona on the sleeper ‘Trenhotel’. It’s great, though I wouldn’t have the microwaved carbonara again if it was the last food on Earth. A load of wine and a sound night’s sleep in our couchette for 2 and you’re woken up for breakfast as the northern Spanish countryside rolls by.
Stage 4 (my spanish is shit): An hour in Barcelona França station before the train leaves for Valencia. Mainly being psyched out by the shitting pigeons overhead.
Arrive in Valencia!
And here it is:
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The Barcelona return leg is to follow.
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Awesome. Valencia is brilliant, you’ll love it. The train journey down is nice too. Hopefully you bought ‘preferente’ tickets which means you get service like you used to on a flight. Meal, beer or wine, dessert, digestif, tops.
Check c/Cabelleros going onto c/de Quart (I think) for some nice bars/restaurants – it’s starts at Placa del Virgin where the cathederal is and all the skateboarders are.
Have fun.
*green*