It is no secret the fascination we feel for "El Directo" but sometimes I have the feeling that this line rewards us for our fervor. Only this way can be understood the fact that yesterday this was one of the few places where the sun shone for many miles around, a situation that changed completely as soon as the train went by. Nor is it a trivial matter to discover a point where the train fit almost to the millimeter and later to know that other photographers had discarded it because they believed that the train would not enter whole. Only a symbiotic relationship like this can justify a trip of more than four hundred kilometers in which, practically, the only booty is this picture of the Tramesa on its journey back to Santurce. Well ... this photo and some fried eggs with blood sausage in the Landa, that gluttony also loses us !!!!
By the way, and returning with fervor, if you look at the top of the hill on the right there are three wooden poles simulating a calvary, a metaphor of the penalties that rely on this line.
