A ride on a regional train

About three weeks ago, on a sunny Saturday afternoon, I went by train back from the capital to our village on the Barcelona-Zaragoza regional train. The train model was that normally used as a local train: the overhead baggage racks were very small, so there were bags all over the place. The air-conditioning did not work properly and they train shuddered heavily at higher speeds. There was a homeless-looking traveller who tried to discuss the price of the fare with the ticket inspector; later on he was talking to himself while manipulating empty beer cans into objects whose utility I could not imagine. There were "internal immigrants" from other parts of Spain who led very loud mobile phone conversations and "real immigrants" with hardly any luggage but a bicycle they needed to leave somewhere. There were young parents adoring their shouting offspring. Then a guy with expensive clothing (e.g. Munich shoes, a luxury trainer fashion shoe brand from Barcelona)and a plastic bag of a local "hard" discount store (Dia, headquartered near Madrid but part of Carrefour of France; there are no local hard discounters; Lidl is ubiquitous in Catalan cities, Aldi only in middle-sized towns; Mercadona from Valencia is a very good local discounter as they avoid cardboard boxes in their stores and have a line of good exclusive products -- in the countryside where we live, there is only Dia:( ). Hardly anybody was looking outside at the fascinating landscape: first the Mediterranean at the feet of the rail tracks, then olive groves and vineyards...