A Morning of Anticipation

As the first light of dawn crept through the curtains of my hotel room, I felt a familiar flutter of excitement. The day promised a journey that would transport me not just through the lush landscapes of Brazil, but also back in time to an era when train travel was the epitome of elegance and adventure. The Van da Special Paraná arrived promptly, whisking me away to the train station where the anticipation of the journey ahead was palpable.

The train, a charming relic of a bygone era, stood waiting, its carriages promising a leisurely passage through the heart of the Atlantic Forest. As we settled into our seats, the gentle hum of the engine and the rhythmic clatter of the wheels on the tracks began to weave their magic. The guide, speaking in the melodic tones of Portuguese, narrated tales of the railway’s construction, a feat of engineering that spanned five years in the late 19th century. Though my grasp of the language was limited, the passion in his voice transcended any barriers, and I found myself lost in the romance of the journey.

Through the Heart of the Atlantic Forest

The train ride was nothing short of sensational. As we wound our way up Serra do Mar, the landscape unfolded like a living tapestry. Verdant mountains rose majestically on either side, their peaks shrouded in mist, while the dense foliage of the Atlantic Forest whispered secrets of ancient times. Each tunnel we passed through felt like a portal to another world, and every bridge offered a glimpse of the breathtaking vistas below.

The journey was a feast for the senses. The scent of the forest, the cool breeze that swept through the open windows, and the ever-changing panorama outside made for an experience that was both exhilarating and soothing. It was a reminder of the beauty of slow travel, of taking the time to savor each moment and each mile. As the train chugged along, I couldn’t help but reflect on my many journeys across Europe, each one a chapter in the story of my life, each one a testament to the enduring allure of train travel.

A Taste of Tradition

Our journey culminated in the charming town of Morretes, where the van awaited to take us to a delightful lunch. The restaurant, nestled by the Nhundiaquara River, offered a menu that was a celebration of local flavors. The traditional dish, barreado, a rich beef stew, was served with cassava flour, rice, and banana, a combination that was both hearty and comforting.

After lunch, we had time to wander the picturesque streets of Morretes, a town that seemed untouched by time. The colonial houses, the bustling market, and the serene river all contributed to the town’s quaint charm. As we made our way back to Curitiba, the satisfaction of a day well spent lingered in the air. The journey had been more than just a train ride; it was a passage through history, a celebration of nature, and a reminder of the simple joys of travel.

For those who, like me, find joy in the journey as much as the destination, the Curitiba Train Ride is an experience not to be missed. It is a testament to the timeless beauty of train travel, a journey that captures the heart and stirs the soul.