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Somewhere in Spain, on the train road from Paris to Barcelona, I woke up in the dawn in a cold passenger wagon, rolled up in a sleeping bag next to an old lady who had a solid dream. After a few hours of sleep on a long night trip across the France, I felt tired and frozen. At first I couldn’t get my mind together, I was lost and confused, while my deep breaths tried to calm me down creating a barely visible fog coming from my mouth. A woman behind me left the window open, and I couldn’t reach it without stepping on her or her child. I thought to myself “It’s freezing cold. I want my bed.” The moment of agony and the moment of reality. “My bed!” That thought brought me back and made me realized where I am. I took a deep breath and looked around myself, everyone were asleep. It was so peacefully quiet. You could only here the high speed train breaking through the silence of Spanish Mediterranean. The sun was ready to take the trip across our part of the sky and the view took my breath instantly. The glowing ball seemed to be emerging from the water and painting the surface in red and orange colors, spilling over the incessant silent blue. On the other side, the slopes of the hills, parts of the ancient Pyrenees, the greenery and the small coastal houses characteristic for this part of the Spain, bathed in the first rays of the sun, above which stretches a clear, cloudless, blue sky. The dream no longer mattered. In a split of a second I got a rush of adrenaline and my mind made a flood of thoughts while I was trying to count the days. It was day 12 of my Euro trip. We were getting to our long expected destination, Barcelona. Alone with my thoughts I had time to go over what has happened over the past dozen days. I went with a backpack on a rod across the Europe, with five complete strangers. Our only connection was the same language and the same destination route. So, we got our bags and courage and went to a 22 day trip over the countries of European Union. We have visited Germany, Netherlands, Belgium, France, and, according to plan, we were on our way to Spain and Italy. Without any planed places to sleep, I went from city to city, from train to train, running with new friends and my backpack. We never knew what to expect along the way. A rush and adrenaline, an agony, a fight, a happiness, a sadness, a lack of sleep, a lack of money, a moments of lost thoughts, a moments of thrilling joy when you realize where you are and that your imagination became reality. The silence and my thoughts were mollified by the train whistle; we were close to Portbou, our stopover. “Good morning!” - Like a whisper, from a seat aside. It was Ana, one of my travel friends. I node, and without speaking I pointed my view to a nature’s masterpiece - a rising sun on the Mediterranean Sea. She followed the glow in my eyes, and I could see the smile of pure happiness. “I never said good morning in a better way.” - I thought and smiled. After a few more hours we arrived at Barcelona. The sun has already crossed a third of his way, looking down toward wandering passengers - tired, sleepless and hungry, as they were slowly leaving the train. I looked at the chirpy birds under the platforms reed roof, and thought: “So, what’s next?!”