LEON, Spain — Passengers filtered into the train's club car after dinner, settling into rust-colored, plush banquettes.
Husbands and wives and groups of friends making the trip together talked quietly as the organist started to play.
Suddenly a dark-haired man from Madrid wearing a bright-red V-neck sweater jumped up and began to croon an intense, emotional rendition of " En Mi Manera " ("My Way") into the microphone.
The audience applauded and grinned with surprise and pleasure when he finished.
"Samba!" someone shouted.
The organist flipped a button and the swishing beat filled the club car. A short, jolly woman with curly graying hair leaped from her chair into the narrow aisle and began to jiggle--shoulders, wrists, hips, perky blue-and-white dress bobbing and swaying in time to the music.
The ice had broken.
Knots Coming Loose
About 24 hours after boarding the Transcantabrico excursion train--Spain's answer to the Orient Express--the knots of couples and old friends and companions were loosening up. Conversation spilled over the barriers of politeness that divide people who have just met.
Pharmacists from Madrid, Cuban-American school mates of 20 years ago, a retired Welsh education professor, an electrician from Barcelona and a retired American violinist were some of the travelers in the melting pot on the first trip of the Transcantabrico's 1985 season.
If you've never done it, the prospect of living on a train for a week can give pause. The three basic components to such a trip are the logistics and facilities of everyday life, the itinerary and one's fellow passengers.
An uncomfortable bed, too much walking or too little to eat, unfriendly or abrasive traveling companions--any of these annoyances can turn an excursion on the Transcantabrico into one of the longest weeks of your life. But on all counts, the Transcantabrico journey met the test.
Javier Canto, 32, our guide, greeted us on the platform of the Leon FEVE (Ferrocarrile de Via Estrecha) station.
He checked off each passenger's name on a list and handed each one a copy of the weeklong itinerary through the Picos of Europe mountains and fishing villages of Asturias and Galicia on Spain's northern coast, punctuated with stopovers in the cities of Oviedo and Santander.
When the whistle tooted and the train chugged away from the station, the 30 voyagers congregated in the bar to sip a glass of sherry and nibble on salted almonds and potato chips.
Fields carpeted with yellow flowers, white houses with red-tile roofs, a rushing river, then terraced foothills and a faraway vista of rugged gray mountains came into view.
The idea behind the Transcantabrico was to create an excursion train "adapted to modern times but without losing the character of olden times," Canto explained.
Up to 58 Passengers
Depending on the number of passengers, it is three or four sleeping cars and three or four salon cars, accommodating a maximum of 58 persons.
The sleeping cars were converted from normal sit-up passenger use. The salon cars, vintage 1920s, are paneled in dark wood reminiscent of the original mahogany; furniture consists of plush chairs or banquettes and tables for writing, playing cards, etc.
Fresh flowers and the distribution of brightly wrapped candies contribute to a festive atmosphere as the train puffs along the tracks. A TV set (complete with VCR for movies), organ, library and stock of games are available to help passengers while away the riding time (rarely more than two hours at a stretch).
"I don't expect on any trip to have my home facilities," commented Cuban-American banker Jorge Joya of Miami, Fla. Skeptical when he saw the diminutive sleeping compartment he'd be sharing with a traveling companion, Joya and even some passengers who were six feet tall quickly adjusted to the space.
Slightly more than six feet long and four feet wide, each compartment contains bunk beds, a few tiny drawers, a medicine cabinet and three clothes hooks. Each compartment also has a small closet in the hall.
Each sleeping car has two showers and two bathrooms. With up to 18 persons sharing these facilities in each car, there could have been a crush, but none of the passengers interviewed reported any trouble with access to either shower or toilet.
Except for one night in the Santander station, the train pulls up to pass the night at a station in a small, inevitably tranquil town. A continental breakfast is served on the train.
Midday and evening meals are eaten in restaurants which, in northern Spain, are often known as mesones. The fare includes fresh mountain trout, seafood in Galicia and one day a mid-morning snack of blue Cabrales cheese served with cider in shops in the mountain town where it is made.