The daylong train ride from Barcelona to Bilbao was uneventful, restful, and beautiful. I slept through most of the landscape through Barcelona and surrounding communities. Fortunately was awake to capture some of the scenery from the train car as we gained elevation and latitude entering the Basque Country.
The countryside shaped by centuries of cultivation and human habitation has a unique and elegant beauty to my eye, and feels worlds away from the harsh and unforgiving landscapes of Iceland and even Alaska.
Arriving to Bilbao late at night, abandoned city streets and a full moon were a quiet welcome to the Basque; a stark contrast to the chaos we had left behind that morning in Barcelona.