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Concerned, Raimund grabs the coat and runs after her, but in vain. He checks her pockets for identification. All he finds is a small Portuguese book, a memoir of sorts, by Amadeu de Prado. It is stamped with the address of the bookstore where he happens to be a regular customer and he goes there. The bookseller remembers the girl's purchasing this obscure book and, as Raimund leafs through it, a train ticket to Lisbon falls out. The train is leaving in 15 minutes. Confused and doubtful, Raimund rushes to the station, but the woman is nowhere in sight. At the last moment he decides to use the ticket himself and jumps on the train. During the journey he reads the book.

The events have become a catalyst to Raimund's sedate life, in a gentle sort of way. Yet he informs the school that he will now return to his job. Mariana accompanies him to the railway station and, at the last moment, suggests that he could instead stay in Lisbon. The film ends with Raimund looking at Mariana with the train about to pull out of the station, leaving Raimund with time to leave or stay.

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The American couple, it turned out, were from LA: she a film producer and he a scientist, and they spent half their time in LA and half in Switzerland, with many a trip to Portugal to get some ocean air. We chatted about surfing, food, blogging, the film industry, and of course: train travel. Particularly the lack of investment in railways/Amtrak in the US. I had no idea it takes twelve hours to get between LA and San Francisco for instance. No wonder so many people fly.

Great post Ellie! Night trains are the best adventure! I once did the overnight from Danang to Hanoi in Vietnam. That was not a comfortable experience but it really opened my eyes to Vietnamese culture. I liked how the meal served on the train came with a beer. Thanks for reminding me of that memory!

I went to Portugal by car, and it wax literally a day trip from Madrid, since we returned to the Spanish capital within 24 hours. Our tour was mostly Lisbon, and it was a rush thing and so not much was seen. Still, Lisbon is so beautiful! I will definitely try the night train next time and stay in Portugal much longer.

I'm planning a trip to Spain and Portugal with interrail in July/August. I saw as answer to another question that there are currently no trains between Lisbon and Madrid. Does anyone know why and how long that's gonna be (if it's still the case in July/August). That would be super helpful, thanks!

There are currently no direct trains because Spanish railways used COVID as an excuse to get rid of all remaining night trains in/from Spain. Portuguese railways still want to operate a night train to Spain (more specifically to Irn/Hendaye) and they're working on that but that will now happen this year.

This summer, me and my brother are going on a trip to Spain and Portugal. On our 5th travel day we would like to take the night train from Madrid to Lisbon. We know this train exists, but cannot find any available reservation options.

The o she pronounced surprisingly as a u, the rising, strangely constrained lightness of the and the soft sh at the end came together in a melody that sounded much longer than it really was, and that he could have listened to all day long.

As my time in Lisbon came to an end, I grew more and more anxious for the start of my study abroad program. Because I am a poor college student and also strive to experience new things, I opted to take the night train from Lisbon to Madrid, a 9-hour journey instead of a two-hour flight. The train ticket cost 24 euro, and the train left from the Lisbon Oriente Station at 9:30pm.

In addition, the trains are also fairly clean and there are no baggage fees for big bags, which is essential for someone studying abroad with a bigger, non-carry on sized suitcase. There is also a bar on board that serves alcoholic beverages, as well as snacks and coffee, and the prices were surprisingly low.

Comfort is the primary reason I would not recommend the night train from Lisbon-Madrid to all travelers. The seats do not recline much, and while they are bigger than airplane seats (slightly) they are not really compatible with getting any quality sleep.

The train is also a bit noisy, as compartments can house about 30 passengers, and people are coming and going as the train makes stops across the country. It can make for interesting conversation, as there were tourists of all nationalities in my train compartment, but it can also be extremely annoying if one is trying to get some solid sleep. The train rocks and sways on the tracks, which would be hard for someone who is sensitive to movement when trying to sleep.

The security on the train also isnt fabulous for someone traveling alone, as there is no way to lock up luggage, so when I was walking around the compartments I had to worry about my belongings sitting unattended in the luggage rack. Luckily nothing happened, but it is very possible for thieves to gain access to peoples stuff with no one else being able to know.

Fortunately, I was able to get about 6 hours of shut-eye. I woke up about an hour before the train arrived in Madrid, enough time to gather my belongings and read a little before getting off. What was super convenient was that the train stop in Madrid is connected to the metro, which made it easy for me to take all my stuff to Plaza Eliptica to buy bus fare to Toledo.

Overall, I would do the night train again to save money, but probably only if I was traveling with friends so I could have people to watch my bags when getting up to walk around or go to the bathroom. I would also buy a neck or travel pillow to make the journey slightly more comfortable. The night train is a cool experience for someone who has not been on trains much, considering they are very uncommon modes of transportation in the United States.

A single Trenhotel overnight train departs from Lisbon every evening throughout the week, first from Santa Apolonia, then 9 minutes later from Oriente, arriving in Madrid the following morning at Chamartin.

Night Train to Lisbon centres on a high school classics teacher from Berne who has spent almost his entire life -- first as a pupil, then as a teacher -- at the same school in Berne. Raimund Gregorius is a legendary and near-infallible figure in that small world, dedicated entirely to his work, interested only in his Greek and Latin and Hebrew. He was married for a while -- to a former student -- but it's no surprise that that didn't quite work out (even as we first meet him as some passion is awakened in him).Now in his late fifties, he is very set in his ways -- until he encounters woman standing on a bridge on his way to school one morning.

The meeting changes everything, shaking his world to its very roots. Nothing much happens, and she's gone almost as quickly as she came into his life, but then Gregorius is almost entirely a mind-person and to know that she is Portuguese is enough to set a whole train of events into motion. Leaving even his books behind he heads into town after class, completely out of character. He winds up in a Spanish bookstore -- familiar because Spanish had been his former wife's field -- and stumbles across a Portuguese book there, written by an Amadeu de Prado and published in 1975, 'A Goldsmith of Words'. The bookseller reads out some of the passages and translates them for Gregorius, who then knows he has to have the book, even though he can't read Portuguese.

He is transfixed by it, and transformed. Without much thought he packs his bags and is ready to set off for Portugal. He has some doubts, but ultimately is determined, and soon enough he's in Lisbon.

Gregorius is determined to learn the story of the author and the book, as well as the language. He throws himself into the tasks with vigour, helped along by some acquaintances he makes along the way, who also hand him off to others. He's almost scared by his own initiative, repeatedly ready to turn around but then staying after all, and when he does venture back to Berne it's only briefly, as he realises he still has more to do before he's ready to face and continue with his life again.

The author of the mystery-book was a doctor; after treating one of the worst figures in the Salazar-regime he does penance by trying to help out the resistance. Gregorius meets several people close to the doctor, and between their stories and the passages from the book interspersed throughout the story, learns more about this remarkable figure.

For Gregorius it's also an opportunity to contemplate the roads he didn't choose: as a youth he was tempted by Isfahan and Persian, but decided to stick to the safer, closer classics, only now to think about those early dreams again. He looks at some of the determining moments from his youth, wondering: what if he had acted differently on occasion.

Night Train to Lisbon is a dreamy, sleepless sort of novel: Gregorius' schedule is a far cry from the clearly defined schoolday-schedule. He walks for hours, stays up late into the night -- less in insomnia (which one of the few friends he has suffers from, conveniently allowing Gregorius to reach him at any time) than in a sort of dream-state, his actions often almost sub- (or super- ?) conscious.

Mercier seems to describe almost every footstep Gregorius makes in detail, giving the book a steady rhythm. Some of what happens seems almost too simple and obvious: Gregorius needs a pair of glasses made, and when he gets his eyes checked gets a prescription with which he can suddenly see more clearly -- yet it's his one close Berne friend, the Greek eye doctor Doxiades, whom he had always trusted his vision too, and who had apparently prescribed the old, too-weak ones. Words and names play an obvious role for the philologist, but even with that and, for example, the repeated extended chess games Gregorius gets involved in the novel is anything but purely intellectual and dry: down to Gregorius' students or the woman who teaches him Portuguese, as well as those who knew Amadeu de Prado, Mercier offers rich characters and frequently inspired small details and events.The novel often reads as much as a mystery as a story of finding oneself.

It's a long trip of self-discovery -- and of trying to discover another (in this case the Portuguese doctor) -- but Mercier manages to sustain the reader's interest. Gregorius is exacting -- and it turns out the doctor was too: someone describes the way he would read, saying that after he was done with a book there wouldn't be any letters left in it, that he consumed the very print off the pages along with the meaning. Mercier seems to want to be as precise and comprehensive, and it practically works. He also offers no easy answers or certainty, the arc ultimately feeling realistic even if the premise seems at first so very unlikely.