About trains

Dear Fran,

I know three people who love trains more than Godoy. Namely Michael Portillo, Sheldon Cooper and the Godoy´s cousin.

      The first one travels around Europe sometimes by vintage steam locomotives sometimes by modern trains provided with the last technologies. Mr Portillo wearing spectacular suits (they don´t go unnoticed) chats with anyone about the city where he is and takes an interest in the history of any building and its stories about it.

      Rafa, the Godoy´s cousin, is a really lover of engines. He feels a weakness for any vehicle that can take you from a place to another: cars, motorcycles, airplanes, boats and trains. He studied in Germany in a factory that made airplane engines and when his parents came back to Spain he was accepted in an aeronautic factory thanks his experience; so he is capable of speaking about diesel engine, fuel-injected engine, jet engine and the pros and cons of each of them.

      His love for trains is so big that —according to Godoy— has a whole room dedicated to an enormous mockup of a little city with its railways, the railway station and the most important buildings in a town, including mountains, rivers, bridges, lakes and people.

      Sheldon Cooper is a character I like very much. Sheldon is a tender, true guy. He needs that things must be organized and what better organized place that a railway station? All is numbered and exact, even when there is some delay, all platforms have numbers, all trains have a departure time and an arrival time and everything is controlled to the second.

      Our double T-shirt boy arranges his head when what the outside is arranged, if not he shut himself in his bedroom or into a wardrobe. Though to be honest I dislike the way the Howard´s mother is treated. Penny drinks too much alcohol as well.

      As far as I´m concerned (and the train is a romantic and beautiful mean of transport) I prefer my car. 

      Fran, I must tell you that in the past for a poor family, the driving license was a kind of certificate, a degree, almost a university degree, because in order to achieve this card at that time you had to have money enough and be able to read. The poorest we did not have one thing or another. I took my carné not long ago, and when I was older I could do it because I enrolled in the Adult School that there was (and there is) in town.

Guadajoz. Railway Station

      The car represents for me freedom. I can use it whenever I want; I don´t be waiting for a schedule in order to taking the bus or the train. Yet one of the places I visit in each village is the train station (I send you my last photo). Thanks my “four wheels” I´ve seen lovely spots for many miles around!

      Y. a.

      Mary