I'm afraid there's not a whole lot I can say about La Rochelle, as I got sick on the train ride there and spent most of the time in bed. It is a port town, with 3 landmark towers (we saw one, but didn't go up), and a lovely aquarium where I took more photos than by any account could be construed as reasonable. Ah well. Frustratingly, there was a couple (French) who kept using flash, even thought it was posted all over that flash was not allowed, as it is dangerous to the fish. I got it. The much-too-loud group of German students got it. Any 2-year-old with the ability to recognize pictures should have gotten it. What is the excuse of a native speaker, I wonder... Illiteracy and an inexplicable inability to decode explicit signs? Bah. I did glare at them disapprovingly though, so I'm sure that showed them.
Getting to Segovia was yet another unwanted adventure - the train to Irún was delayed by over two hours, guaranteeing that we would miss the only connection to Madrid. THey ended up changing that train's route and then adding/rerouting another train to take people to Madrid - free upgrade to beds, so I'm not complaining. After arriving in Madrid, it was just a short train ride to Segovia, but what a hassle.
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