The Night Train

The plan was to travel from the North Coast of Spain to Paris by a night train. But before we could catch the night train, we first had to pass the day by. For the most part we lounged around the beautiful San Sabastian (at least as much lounging as could be done with your traveling packs on your back).

The Beautiful San Sabastian.

But I found San Sabastian to be a beautiful city! It was everything that I would expect from a beach town with its beautiful sandy beach packed with people relaxing in their swimsuits under their umbrellas. It was such a colorful site to been seen! However, the view that I enjoyed the most was the sailboats anchored out in the cove. It makes me excited for the day when one of those boats will be mine. That day I decided that San Sabastian deserves a trip of its own…one where I can just lay on the beach and enjoy sailing off the coast.

Lauren and I hanging out in San Sabastian.

We finally left San Sabastian for Hendaias, which was a bad decision. Hendaias is a tiny, boring town in France just across the border from Spain and unfortunately it was where we had to catch our night train. But finally after spending several hours bored out of my mind, the train arrived and we quickly found our car.

To me the thought of the night train was exciting because I had no clue what to expect! But we had the top bunks in our car and locked all our bags to the baggage racks and laid down to go to sleep. I slept quite well considering the conditions. It was fun to lay there as the train swayed back and forth as we clattered down to track to Paris.

Me on the Train to Paris.