Dancing With Disaster

Tarragona is a short train ride down the coast from Barcelona, and for that reason we were unable to purchase tickets in advance. So we checked out of our hotel as close to noon as possible and headed for the station (down stairs). The agent at the desk charged me about eight Euros each and handed me two tickets. Platforms 9 and 10 he said. That’s where our trouble began.

We’re down on te 9-10 platform and no sign of a train to Tarragona. Of course, the schedule is not going to show Tarragona, because that’s only one stop. Barbara sent me back up to the station lobby to confirm we were on the right platform. Back down by the tracks, and Barbara still was not convinced. So I pulled out my Samsung tablet and brought up the train schedule. There it was. Train 15023 or something like that. Leaving for Tarragona and parts down the coast at 12:03. Barbara was more relaxed. That’s when the trouble started.

Came the train, and everybody wanted to get on (no reserved seats). Disaster!! Trying to get two pieces of luggage up the steps, and Barbara was not able to make the step. She tumbled almost under the train. One leg was hanging off the platform almost to the tracks. The situation was quickly recovered and we both got on board. That’s when the trouble started.

There were no seats left together. A bunch of singles were hogging pairs of seats. We stowed our luggage and sat near each other. Finally, when the guy sitting next to Barbara went to the bathroom she signaled me, and I sat beside her. From there on for the next hour it was a pleasant trip down the coast (lots of views of the Mediterranean) to Tarragona. Off the train Barbara finally relaxed.



Finding the hotel was a small matter. About two blocks from the station.


Then out to dinner,


and we found this place. Here it is in the daytime.



Not a bad deal. 10 Euros each, we got a salad with tomatoes and mozzarella cheese, fish and chips, dessert, and we split a bottle of the house wine. Barbara was feeling pretty good by then. Disaster may have been avoided.

About John Blanton

I'm a retired engineer living in San Antonio, Texas. I have served in the Navy, raced motorcycles, taken scads of photos and am usually a nice guy. I have political and religious opinions, and these opinions tend to be driven by an excess of observed stupidity. Gross stupidity is the supposed target of many of my posts.
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