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When I planned my Thursday trip to the Automobile Museum, I was going to go to Maria Zambrano Station, the next-to-last stop on our line to Málaga. It’s also where you can catch the trains that travel the country. The museum was a 22-minute walk from there.
San Geraldo asked if Victoria Kent Station (the station before) would be closer and I said no. However, while I was on the train I reconsidered. I checked online and Victoria Kent was a 19-minute walk. Not a big difference but it meant I could more easily visit Lolo and Lara, whose café, El Duende, is a 3-minute walk from there.
I was listening to music when I looked up and noticed we had arrived at Victoria Kent. I jumped off the train just as the doors closed. And just before I realized it wasn’t actually Victoria Kent. It was the station before. So I laughed, shook my head, and waited 20 minutes for the next train. I didn’t stop at El Duende before the museum because I would now only have an hour before the museum closed for siesta. I decided to have a late lunch before getting back on the train.
I walked to the beach after the museum and from there it was a 27-minute walk back to El Duende — had I taken the correct route. I just mapped it and learned I started out on the 37-minute route. However, I took a wrong turn and that became a 1-hour route.
After my very late lunch, I hopped on the train home. I rode a couple of stops and then looked up (from my musical bliss) and saw that we were arriving at Cártama. Cártama is not on our train line (C1), which travels southwest along the coast from Málaga. It’s on the other line (C2) that leaves from Victoria Kent and ends in the mountains at the white village of Álora, northwest of Málaga. I jumped off the train. The next train in the other direction (back to Victoria Kent where I would still have to catch my train, another 36-minute ride) was in an hour. I probably should have explored Cártama while I was there. I finally arrived home at 7:45 p.m.
Nutrition and Fitness Report
Stretching: Once a day. More limited than usual, thanks to the sore arm.
Walking: Soon to go for a long walk today.
Gym: No gym again. Arm is still bruised and sore, and improving.
Cuando planeé mi viaje del jueves al Museo Automovilístico y de la Moda, iba a ir a la estación María Zambrano, la penúltima parada de nuestra línea a Málaga. También es donde puedes tomar los trenes que recorren el país. El museo estaba a 22 minutos a pie desde allí.
San Geraldo preguntó si la estación Victoria Kent estaría más cerca y le dije que no. Sin embargo, mientras estaba en el tren lo reconsideré. Revisé en línea y Victoria Kent estaba a 19 minutos a pie. No fue una gran diferencia, pero me permitió visitar más fácilmente a Lolo y Lara, cuyo café, El Duende, está a 3 minutos a pie de allí.
Estaba escuchando música cuando miré hacia arriba y noté que habíamos llegado a Victoria Kent. Salté del tren justo cuando las puertas se cerraron. Y justo antes de darme cuenta de que no era Victoria Kent. Era la estación antes. Así que me reí, negué con la cabeza y esperé 20 minutos para el próximo tren. No paré en El Duende antes del museo porque ahora solo tendría una hora antes de que el museo cerrara para la siesta. Decidí almorzar tarde antes de volver al tren.
Caminé a la playa después del museo y desde allí fue una caminata de 27 minutos de regreso a El Duende — si hubiera tomado la ruta correcta. Acabo de mapearlo y supe que comencé en la ruta de 37 minutos. Sin embargo, tomé un giro equivocado y eso se convirtió en una ruta de 1 hora.
Después de mi almuerzo tardío, me subí al tren a casa. Monté un par de paradas y luego miré hacia arriba (desde mi musica) y vi que estábamos llegando a Cártama. Cártama no está en nuestra línea de tren (C1), que recorre la costa suroeste desde Málaga. Está en la otra línea (C2) que sale de Victoria Kent y finaliza en el pueblo blanco de Álora, al noroeste de Málaga. Salté del tren. El siguiente tren en la otra dirección (de regreso a Victoria Kent donde todavía tendría que tomar mi tren, otro viaje de 36 minutos) salía en una hora. Probablemente debería haber explorado Cártama mientras estuve allí. Finalmente llegué a casa a las 19:45.
Informe de Nutrición y Estado Físico
Estiramiento: Una vez al día. Más limitado que de costumbre, gracias al brazo dolorido.
Caminando: Soon to go for a long walk today.
Gimnasio: No gimnasio de nuevo. El brazo todavía está magullado y dolorido, y está mejorando.
22 thoughts on “Losing my train of thought / Perdiendo mi tren de pensamiento”
Oh dear – sounds like your “quick day out” turned into a bit of a “Grand Tour” of Malaga suburbs… Jx
Yep. Quite an adventure. Makes me want to intentionally take the train to Álora one day… with no stop in Cártam.
We have all gotten on an unplanned train, or off at a random station, or on going in the opposite direction. It is part of the adventure. Notice how I replaced WRONG with something random or positive. You never know what you are going to find, when you let fate take you to places unexpected.
SG and I love getting lost. This made for an even more interesting day.
This will be a lesson learned that you will never repeat……..at least on these lines…..lol
Bet you slept well though.
Well, I HOPE I’ll never repeat these same mistakes.
Moral of the story: Don’t listen to music on the train! LOL!
So much of travel just involves having the right attitude. When I make a wrong turn or get on the wrong train or otherwise screw up, I tell myself it’s all part of the adventure. Which sounds like the approach you took as well.
Regarding the moral, yeah, I was thinking that. As for getting lost, SG and I both love to get lost. Some of our best adventures have come as a result. I’m actually thinking of taking that train all the way to Álora one day soon. But we can never say “I’m lost” when driving with the Kid Brother. He goes into immediate panic.
Quite the train adventure, goddess only knows where you might have ended up!
And that tan line hurts to look at in every sense of the word.
Álora looks like it might be an interesting white village to visit. I’m thinking of making that my next adventure.
Ohhhhhhh, that’s quite a story! Don’t you just love having trains, though? Oh, I guess, living so long in NY, it’s nothing unusual, but my only time living with trains for transport, was my year in Paris.
It makes me smile to think of your fascinating, daily walks.
I DO love having trains. And we live just a few minutes walk from the station. The only places I’ve lived with what I thought was great train or streetcar transportation have been NYC, Boston, Washington DC, and San Francisco. What a difference it makes. This is by far the most pleasant system I’ve experienced.
Well, you got lots of “steps” in that day for sure! So what is SG up to these days while you’re out walking, visiting museums and having late lunches? Has he started on his next book?
SG is working on another book, his biography, which is funny and a fascinating story of coming out in the ´70s — plus a whole lot more. He’s not a walker like I am, so we both are happy for me to do these things on my own. When I see someplace I know he’ll enjoy — like the automobile museum — we go back. We’ll drive there together.
Now THAT’LL be a good read! We’ll ALL want a copy when it’s published!
And that one will be available to the general public!
I often stop in the middle of my talking to announce “I have lost my train of thought”. It drives people to distraction.
We were recently with someone who said that repeatedly. But I think she was seriously drunk.
At least you ended up at home. That’s the most important part.
You’re right about that.
This would have sent me into a full scale panic attack.
I love getting lost. If I’m not heading for an appointment, it doesn’t bother me at all.