Everything happens for a reason. Taking in Moorish architecture in Cordoba might have been riveting to this history nerd, but not to my 3 year old, who just wanted to… Read more »
I still remember the gush of cool air on my face and the smoky smell of burning charcoal as the train shunted off. The platform slid out of sight giving way to open rail yards strewn with gigantic metal beams. The city would make a brief appearance before melting into acres of green farmland interspersed with little towns from where kids would wave to us as the train sped past them.