“Travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.” – Miriam Beard
I made some instant coffee, the coffee almost tasted like the one at home.
On the 20 minute walk down to the train station we looked for breakfast but all restaurants we came across were closed. Our luggage was simple, Jessy carried her red bag with a few belongings and I carried or toiletry bag and Gabby's two men tent which was used only once on the journey but made the difference on that most difficult day of our trip.
Once at the station we bought some breakfast as well as some sandwiches for the trip.
At 8:34 am the train headed out to Barcelona, a 12 hour plus trip. We caught up on sleep, rested our bodies, Jessica kept saying "soon I'll be home".
A little after 8:30 we arrived at the train station where the trip started two weeks earlier,. While on the train I tried getting a reservation for the night in Barcelona, but since we got in so late nothing was available. I decided we were going to spend the night in the airport.
I had done it before in San Francisco during the 1994 USA World Cup when I couldn't get a flight out and also in 1999 when I missed a flight out of Cologne , Germany. I thought it would be a learning experience for Jessica spending the night at the airport in case it would ever happen to her.
We caught the Metro from the train station to the airport and were there before midnight, our flight was at about nine in the morning, so all we needed to do was sleep at the airport for about 6-7 hours before it re-opened for business. Jessy found a corner spot and fell asleep pretty quick, I slept on and off till about 5:30 - There were other people there spending the night so we felt safe.