The arrival home

Hey there all! I made it! Safe and sound, without much trouble. It was an adventure - it kind of went something like this -

After a night of carousing with a bunch of American business men, and some british people they picked up on the way, Josephine and I said our good byes as I stepped into a taxi, very hollywood, and I was whisked away to my hostal for my final evening.

Three hours later, at 4ish, my alarm went off and I drudgingly pulled my slightly drunk body out of bed, tossed it into a shower, and prepared for the treck (normally a short walk, but I have two backpacks, a toiletries bag, and two suitcases to carry) to the trainstaion. I get all of my stuff into the elevator, toss my key to the security guard at the hostal, and lug my, well, luggage with me to the train staion down the road, pump my money into a machine, and get my incredibly valuable ticket. I'm running a little behind, but still have 20 minutes until the train comes, so I"m doing okay. There is nothing on earth that could possibly make me miss this flight. I am so ready to go home and use a bathroom, without having to lock my bedroom or listen to other people do a group sing-a-long at 2 am.

The train comes as scheduled, and, with some help, I get me and my crap into the train car, and then hope that the train speeds up, because, with stops, it looks like we're going to be a little late arriving to the airport, and at a 6:00 arrival (it's the earliest I could get there, because that's when the airport opens) I'm cutting it close for an international flight.

Train arrives, I get off, the moving sidewalks aren't moving, so I haul my ass with my junk up the long ramp and across the sky walk, down an elevator and down to the opposite side of the road, where I follow the signs for British Air (yes, British Air) has their desk.

Now, at 6 am, slightly drunk, very tired, and incredibly over the idea of carrying my luggage around, I wasn't too happy to find that there's no signs in Barcelona Airport Terminal A to the British Air desk. So, I wander around a bit, trying to find someone who speaks English to point me the right way, figure out where I have to go, and on the way stop at the board to check the status of my flight. Hmmm . let's see, Iberia flights, Delta flights, oh yes, there it is, British Air . . . CANCELED!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE F**K??? As I turn my head angrily from the ominous board, flashing in angry red colors that awful word, I look down the hall and see the crowd of angry people, using tickets and carry-ons as pitch forks and torches, crying out angrily for an explanation. Perfect! I found the British Air desk.

Upon arrival at the mob I get handed a nice cordial letter explaning that the catering service (which also contains the luggage handlers, ticket takers, and candlestick makers in the union) is on strike. SO - I wait in line. And, when I'm next to be served, I get transfered to another line, where I am 5th to be served, and, when I'm 2nd to be served in that line, I get transfered to another line - the whole process taking about 3 hours. In the middle of the 4th hour, I get my tickets for Iberia to Frankfurt (which means I'm not going to London, so I'm not meeting my friend Alex to give her back her backpack, which means I have to ship that baby home from the US - splendid!) . This blessed ticket allows me to jump in yet another line, hand my luggage (which has followed me, with great effort, to each line) to the man behind the counter, and collect my boarding pass. I now have about 45 minutes until my flight. And I haven't gone thru security yet. Great.

SO - the race begins. I get in my 5th line to go thru security, pass the scanning, buzz on down to the breakfast counter to collect my complimentary crossiont and orange juice, down the orange juice like a shot, and head to my terminal, call Joe (which wakes him up at 3 am) to tell him about the change, and board the plane without much trouble. Leg one, success!

It's a two hour flight from Barcelona to Frankfurt (hey I made it to Germany after all!!), and I chat it up with the german next to me who looks at my itinerary. And he gives me more bad news . . . aparently there are two terminals in Germany - and I have to go from the end of one to the end of another, which is a journey of about a kilometer. And I have twenty minutes from the landing of one plane to the boarding of another. Which, I figure if I move really quickly Ican do. Except that in Germany you have to go thru security and customs all over again, which will definitely slow me down. Wonderful.

The plane lands and I BOOK IT! I'm practically running down the hall, up a couple escalators, jump the train that moves people from one terminal to another, get down to security, go thru the scanning, getting stopped because I was wearing a jacket, there's a disagreement between the two officers as to whether I need to take off my jacket before I walk thru the metal detector, to which I say "umm, sorry to interrupt, but that boarding announcement there, that's for my flight. Can we straighten this out a little quicker please" - they forget about the jacket, pass their wand over me, and point me to the large mass of people waiting to hand the lone customs person their passport and explain why they're making a connection in Germany. You've got to be kidding me. I wait for about 3 minutes before approaching the incredibly armed guard (took balls, let me tell you) to ask him if I could jump in front of the 100 people in front of me to get to my flight. And I do. Whew! Sign says gate C - I must be close! I'm now down to about 5 minutes to get to my flight. Fantastic. I make it to gate C, look for door 7, and find an arrow pointing me down a narrow hallway, down an escalator, and down yet another hallway before I get to the boarding gate. Upon arrival (completely out of breath and incredibly low on patience) I am told that my boarding pass is incorrect, and I need to talk to the lady behind me. Who is chatty cathy on the phone with a friend of hers in yet another language that I don't speak. I really have to work on that.
So I wait. And wait. I clear my throat, I hear them call final boarding, I wait. and FINALLY that damned woman shuts up, hangs up the phone and acknowledges my presence. She glances at my inadequate boarding pass, looks at her screen and tells me that my seat hasn't been paid for in full, to which I say "what would you like me to do about that at his moment, seeing as the bus to the plane is going to be leaving any minute" - she says "I just thought you should know" (right, because it was a HUGE concern of mine that I got bumped up to Business class for free by British Air for the Lufthansa flight - NOT my problem). I get my appropriate boarding pass, run thru the doors tossing my boarding pass at the very tired looking attendent, slip thru the closing doors of the bus and celebrate making it onto this flight. I told you, hell on earth could not keep me from catching this flight. PLUS - I'm business class!

The rest of the flight went quite smoothly. We were delayed in take off because of a thunderstorm, then had change our path to go over greenland instead of heading straight across the ocean, adding another 45 minutes onto the flight, but that's okay, because I have the choice of a variety of movies (15), cds (90), video games (10) and wines (endless supply) to choose from for my entertainment on my flight. When I get tired of flipping thru my selections, I can recline my seat to a flat bed, flip up my privacy screen and take a nap, all comfortable in my socks and eye cover. I was fed an appetizer, salad, main course, and dessert, then later a snack and another dessert, meanwhile the wine cart kept passing, always followed by a warm roll and some apple butter. I didn't really mind the extra hour at all :) I was able to chat it up with the business men around me, hear about their travels and such. Over all it was a delightful flight. Travel Lufthansa, it is a great airline!

We landed in DTW, and detroit has never looked so good! There was sun, and a breeze and I was back in the US. YAY!

And then I went to get my luggage. I got myself a cart, all ready to collect the miriad of bags that I had and head thru customs to meet Joey. And the bags came . . . and went. And none of them were mine. Not one. Not one of my three bags made it to Detroit. Apparently they all liked Germany so much they thought they'd stay. Going thru customs, the man looked at me and said "is that all the luggage you have miss?" I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. So, I smiled and said "That's all the luggage you folks gave me" - so he pointed me in the direction of the Lufthansa office to make my claim.

Poor Joe has been waiting for an hour :( But I made it thru the gate, found his smiling face, claimed my baggage and the rest is history! The great Lufthansa people dropped the bags off at my Moms Saturday nigh/early Sunday morning, so no worries there. And I'm very happy to be back in the States, having missed you all very much. Now, I just need to find a job - so any news of any teaching positions should be forwarded on to me :) Thanks again for all following my blog and keeping up with this great adventure. There will be more to come, that's for sure (especially dependent on where I end up teaching!), and you're all welcome to follow along with me on those too.

My photos are supposed ot be done soon, so I'll post an open invitation to all you bloggers out there to stop on by and check out my pictures, some Sangria and pan con tomato :) SO - I'll see you all soon!!

And the thunder rolls

Monday night I did a journal entry on how much I missed thunderstorms. They just don´t happen over here. I dont´have my journal with me, but it went something like this:

I miss thunderstorms. I love to hear the thunder in the distance and feel the temperature change. And then the wind picks up, and chimes everywhere start to ring wildly on peoples porches, like a gentle warning. Then the air takes on a whole new feeling, you can smell the rain coming, and the whole world seems electric. Then comes the first pat of the first big drop of rain, then more and more until an uproaring applause is released from the sky as thunder and lightning take the stage for their carefully coreographed song and dance. Every bird, insect and animal sits mezmorized by the show, silent, sitting and watching as nature stretches and unleashes her artistic talent reminding us how powerful and amazing she can be.

And we curse, and get angry, because the rain has canceled our golf or tennis game, or our shoes are wet, or the car is muddy, completely missing everything that is perfect about the show.

I´m laying here in my rented room, on my rented bed, resting my head on my rented pillow, listening to the metro run beneath the building, pretending that the rumble of the train is a thunderstorm blowing by in the distance, just passing through.

It doesn´t thunderstorm here. It rains occassionally, spitting a little here and there, only really downpouring once since I´ve arrived, and that was the day I finished the course. I miss watching the storms come in, seeing the leaves flip over, exposing their silver sides, watching the wall of water move down the street like an advancing army. Thunderstorms. One of the millions of things I miss about summer in Michigan.


Anyway- end of badly recreated journal entry.

Guess what rolled through last night? Yep. Just because I asked for it (okay, maybe not, but I can pretend). I was laying in the same rented room, again listening to the metro roll by, feeling the room vibrate, it would have been perfect if the lights had flickered. But then it just kept rumbling, and there was a smattering of pats on the tin roof outside my window and then "woosh", the rain just let loose, and mother nature voiced her opinion on the sunny day we´d just had. WOW! It was so exciting! my window faces an air duct, so I couldnt´see the lightning, but that thunder was so . . . just awesome! And I could smell the rain, and I just layed there in my room listening. A floor above someone was practicing Islamic chants, and across the duct someone else was playing harmonica, and then there was the person singing oldies, and all of it traveled up the air duct, meeting the sound of the thunder traveling down, and the most eclectic orchestra I´ve ever witnessed did a performance outside my window, just for me. I turned off the lights, layed in that bed (which costs me 23 € a night - not a bad ticket price) and listened to the show. It was AWESOME! Everything about being here, the cultures, the sounds, the smells, mixed with a few things about being home, it was like a requiem for my trip composed by the worlds best.

If anything on this trip, I´ve become a much more appreciative and positive person. There have been things that havent´gone as planned, but they´ve gone as they were meant to. Like teh whole flight home. I called BA once, didnt´get a ticket, and told myself I´d call twice more, and if I didn´t get it, then I wasn´t meant to go home. The very next phone call I got that ticket. I didn´t get the room I wanted in Barcelona one night and had to go to Sitges on my way to Tarragona instead, where I got to sit on the beach and recollect myself after a frustrating day. People have shown up that I never would have expected to meet, there´s always someone willing or wanting to do something to help, guide the way, or just smile back. There are a lot of things I ddin´t do the easy way, looking back, but I sure wouldnt´have had it any other way. Tomorrow, if it works out, I´ll head to Montserrat, otherwise I´ll collect my stuff and get ready for the long flight home, and then when I get home, I´ll have a cold beer and a burger, and sit on the couch with my boyfriend and my cat :) Maybe a thunderstorm will roll through, just to welcome me home ,)

The final days

I did it. I found a flight home. Part of me is really excited. There are a lot of things about home that I missed (I will share my thunderstorm entry with you later. It´s in my journal, yet to be put into blog form). But it´s bittersweet ot be leaving. I LOVE SPAIN!!! What an awesome and beautiful country this is. I have had such an experience! One that I couldn´t have had if I had stayed in Michigan for the summer, and one that will only push me to travel more. Highlights of the trip (this was a really hard list to compile and keep short)

- Sitting in Plaza Del Sol with Annette and Jenny, sipping great wine, watching people, and listening to Annette tell us her life story, as the sun set, painting the buildings orange.
- The "romantic dinner" at Jenny´s apartment when the guy from the third floor knocked on the door demanding his pants.
- listening to Alexs stories on the way home from nearly getting kicked out of that bar by the Palau de Musica
- Being at my host mom´s birthday party
- the fireworks over the ocean in Barcelonetta on the first friday of the course. Maybe this is where I heard Alex´s stories.
- Reading the responses to my blog!
- Swimming off the coast in Roses
- Everything at Tossa. Including the free drinks that we got along with the proud dad (who owned the place) showing us pictures of his famous son, apparently a Gucci Model
- The little miracles that combated every low point (metro, Albion, etc)

Low Points
- Finishing the course, leaving me homelss, feeling empty and disconnecting me from my friends :(
- public transportation
- getting yelled at for touching the fruit. If I had spoken Catalan that lady would have heard everything I had to say!!!
- Every morning since the course when I´ve had to wake up, pack my stuff and go find a new home.

Favorites/Chandra´s "Best" list
- Best Beach - Sitges (also worst Hostels)
- Best Night life . Barcelona!
- Best historic City - Tarragona (good for the fam to visit)
- Best food/drink - Tossa de Mar
- Most romantic - Tossa
- Best city to be in alone - Barcelona (never run out of things to do!)
- Quaintest City - Girona
- Most tourisitic city - Carcassone (also least tourist friendly)
- Best Postcard - the sunflowers in Figures
- Best support group ever . MY FRIENDS AND FAM!!!

It really helped a lot to hear from you all! Not that the trip is done. Monserrat hopefully, then another day in Barcelona, then there´s the adventure of flying home (four hour layover in Heathrow). So, there´s more posts to come. Stick with me to the end, and maybe we´ll get the paella and sangria rolling in the next week or so! SEE YOU ALL SOON!!!

Chandi

Back to Barcelona!!!

I aparently can´t get enough of this city. But, all roads lead to Barcelona, as do all trains, buses and boats :)

I left Tarragona this morning :( I love that city! Yesterday I walked through a 14th century home, complete with all the furnishing and such, and then went to the beach to catch a nap. There´s nothing more soothing than sitting on the beach and listening to the waves. THey rock you to sleep with a shush, very motherly :)

After the beach, I headed back into town. The place was empty when I woke up in the morning, and I wondered why, until I realized it was Sunday. So I headed to the church. What else do you do on Sunday? The cathedral was closed ot the public, but I was able to walk around the atrium, complete with fountain, and rose bushes. And the carved arches that stretched up to the central rose at the top supporting everything. And as I walked around this silent, beautiful area, the choir was singing, and the congregation joined in, and the sun broke through the clouds, and it was so amazing. Just to hear the voices echoing through the halls, out into the courtyard. When they finished, the church bell tolled, and I just sat there and listened to it´s ring bounce and roll through the open area, letting it reverberate off my skin, sending goosebumps up my arms. It was awesome.

Outside the church, as the people exited, there was the flea market. Which of course sent Jesus Christ Superstar through my head - people seeing everything, all in this open market, right in the plaza outside the church. But to truly finish off the setting, the buildings around the market were supported by these carved columns that are all over the twon. This market had been a market since it opened up back in the Roman times. I LOVE THIS TOWN

But now I´m back in Barcelona. I have no idea where I´ll be heading tomorrow. It´s a bizarre feeling that I haven´t quite gotten used to. I have no agenda. No plans, no committments. I´m sure my parents are hating it :) They can´t track me to know that I¨m okay. But I promise. If at any point I´m not okay, you all will be the first to know. I´ve gone thru another 3 rolls fo film! Picture party in the future!!!! And the best Sangria you´ve all ever tasted! Along with a few tapas. It looks like I may be back in September, if not earlier (damn bank account isn´t endless after all!!!) but it will be good to have one bed, to know where I´ll be sleeping, that I´ll be able to eat, have access to a phone and the like. Traveling can be somewhat stressfull that way. So - I may see you all soon, but not until I take as many pictures as humanly possible!!

Tarragona

Was it two days ago that I last posted? Or yesterday? I lose track here. Regardless, I spent the night last night in Sitges, the town with the worlds best beach, and the worlds dingiest pensions :) I´m not joking, my room was above a bar, which was closed all day so that 6 old ladies could sit around and play bridge. They didn´t serve a single person, but had the tables set out. My room was at the top of the stairs, where all the noise and smoke traveled, and I was rocked to sleep by the sound of germans coming home drunk and purging themselves of their nights toxins. Ahhhh, bliss.

But the beach was beautiful!

Now, I¨m in Tarragona. It´s a gorgeous town, right on the coast, and I have a lovely room, cheaper than last night, on the third floor. From my window I can see the roman ruins, and the courtyard. I´m upstairs from another cafe, but this one was actually serving people. My room has it´s own bathroom!!! I don´t have to share a shower! And - get this - they provided me with two towels!!! LIFE IS GREAT!

After wandering for two hours trying to find a pension with a room available, I dumped my stuff and headed out to the roman ruins. I love this town - for entrance to 5 of the 7 museums in this city, I had to pay a whopping 4.10 €. Yep. That´s just over the cost of a meal for me. Wow. And for that 4.10, I have, so far, walked thru an ampitheater from the 2nd century, climbed up the steps, sat in the seats, walked across the middle where gladiators once fought their battles, and looked out over the ocean from the place where the royalty sat to watch the fun. It was awe inspiring. Nothing I could ever describe. The steps are amazing, all rocks the size of a melon, stacked on top, hundreds of thousands of rocks. And then, the middle has these channels running through it, and a big platform in the middle, where the carved granite columns sit exposed, still holding up the walls like they did nearly 200o years ago. Huge blocks of carved granite make up the walls to the center, separating it from the stands, each has a saying or picture carved into it. To stand on the floor of the ampitheater, and look out into the stands, I could imagine the crowds of people, all screaming, or shouting, filing in thru the various doors, talking with their neighbors, and finding a seat. I can´t possibly describe it to you. It was amazing.

After that, I walked up to the ruins down the street from where I¨m staying. Here I got to walk thru the Circus arena, and then into the Roman public building. I walked down the corridors that the gladiators used to get ready for the fights at the ampitheater. I wandered throughout a tower that was once occupied by roman monks, and then onto the upper chamber where the upper crust of society would meet to talk over the pressing issues, before heading down the street to the forum (a place i have yet to visit). This city is amazing.

And now I sit in an air conditioned internet cafe, because it is so freaking hot outside! After the sun gets out of the middle of the sky, I´ll head down to the forum, tour that, and then maybe the temple or castle. I´ve already been thru a roll of film, so there will be plenty of pictures to see! And, I´m staying here all day tomorrow, so I can hit the botanical gardens and such! Maybe the beach too. I´m excited to be able to share all this with you thru photos and such. It´s been an awesome trip so far, with it´s ups and downs, and it´s not done yet. Which is both exciting and exhausting. Sometime next week I´m supposed to go to London, then back to the states if I don´t have a job yet - but I´ll keep you all posted on what the plan is, and how things evolve. In the mean time, I´ll just tell you about the cool things Spain has that Michigan doesn´t, and then you can remind me of all the wonderful things in Michigan that I¨m missing out on, like BBQs, and good beer, and my friends and family, and camping trips. Talk to you all soon!

Back to Spain

Well, yesteday I had planned on spending some more time on the coast, but I really just felt like coming home. So, I hopped on the train and took it to Barcelona, the closest thing I have to home here. And I´m happy to be here. I met a girl on the train, she pulled out an English book, and was sitting across from me, so I asked her if she spoke English (in Spanish of course) - and she looked at me weird (turns out she was trying to figure out what language to answer me in, she´d been in France for a week but is fluent in Spanish and . . .) Turns out she´s American! And I say "where from" and she says "michigan" and I just about scream "ME TOO!" (this at a moment when Michigan is exactly where I wanted to be) - she attended Albion College, is from Sterling Heights, and we talked for the long and cramped 3 hour train ride back to Barcelona. It was great. I got into Barcelona at about 7, without a place to stay, and figured I´d just wander around, but Rachelle (the girl from Albion) needed help with her luggage because she was just movign here for the month to do her TESOL! so, I told her I´d help her, and she told me I could crash on her couch with another girl from Albion, and it was great. It was wonderful to be there when they were discovering the city. It was great ot eat dinner with people, not alone. And to have a beer and toast to things, and share jokes, and things in common. Jessica loves Dr. Suess, and reading childrens books, so we shared our favorite childrens books (Lorax and Fall of Freddy the leaf for me - Thru the looking glass and What was I afraid of for her). It was great. It was exactly what I needed when I had been traveling alone and feeling alone and really wanting to see my friends and fam again.

So, today, I´m going to call up Josephine, who i think is still in Barcelona, and see if she´s up for touring the coast south of Spain with me. Otherwise I´m off to the beach cities, probably down to Gilbralter, maybe. Then I don´t know. But don´t worry! I´m doing fine. I take care of myself, eat, drink water, sleep in safe places and don´t go out at night. Things are fine. If there´s a delay in my blog entries it´s proably because I couldn´t find an internet cafe! I love you all. Thanks so much for keeping up with my blog - it´s wonderful to hear from you. Talk to you all again soon!

France

Well - Im in France and they have a completely different keyboard, so this will be garbled, but Ill do my best. It took me about 5 hours by train, including transfer time, to get here this morning from Girona, and it cost me 10 times as much, so I think Ill go back to Spain. The train ride was gorgeous though. This morning I took off around 8, and as I left town I passed thru the older section of Girona; which is made out of those grey slate rocks; but the sun was hitting them as it cale over the mountains, giving the buildings, usually cold and grey; a war, blush. The vineyards in the valley were still cool fro, the night; so they were dusted with fog - and I thanked God for parents like mine, who supported me so much in making this happen. Thank you Mom and Dad - I sure am lucky to have you.

Right now Im in Carcassone - another hisoric town. Im staying at an abbey here- I have the ,ost adorable room! It over looks the mountains and the town below - its incredible: This nice older guy walked me around the abbey, introduced me to everyon (in French of course), and waited with me until someone who spoke English was able to get me a room. Tomorrow, breakfast with the nuns, if God doesnt strike me dead first, and then back to Spain. I was going to ry to ,ake it to Italy, but at 20 per ticket, on a budget of 30 a day, thats not going to happen. At least in Spain the train tickets are under 10, which is nicer on my budget :)

Alexis - take care of yourself - I dreampt last night ( in that awful hostel in Girona, the lady was mean and the walls were hardly paper thick) that you got really sick. So dont; because I would be really bummed! Until next post!

YAY INTERNET!

I´ve finally found a place with internet so I can tell you where I´ve been and what I´ve been up to for the last couple of days :)

Well, I think I last dropped a quick note about getting to Tossa de Mar. Which is a beautiful city. I could have spent another couple days there, and may still, depending. The waves and water combined with the mountains and castle and the best Sangria in the world make for one romantic evening spent with a bunch of women :) We went up to the cliffs where the castle sits, to a small cove where there´s a round stone table. With us we brought two bottles of champagne, a box of strawberry juice, and some plastic cups. And we sat and drank strawberry chapagne while watching the sun set over the town, silouetting the old churches and clay tile roofs - listening to the waves crash into the jagged rocks below. joe - you have to come here. With me. We deserve a romantic moment after this month!

Right now I´m in Girona. It´s gorgeous! There´s a river running straight through town, and really neat old churches, even some Roman ruins. I think I may spend more than one day here. I had to stop and pick up three more rolls of film once I got here, because I know i¨ll go thru them.

Yesterday I was in Cadaques. It´s a small fishing village where Dali spent about 40 years of his life. He had a house there, which I toured, but the town is so out of the way we have to take a 2 1-2 hour bus trip just to get there. Jenny and her mom and I had a hotel, but then the hotel found out that there were 3 of us, and we were only paying for 2, so I had to go get a hostel room. Which was fine, because my room was on the very top floor, overlooking the entire city and the mountains. It was just the perfect way to wind down from traveling. The town was really very crowded for as small as it was, and although it was very quaint, I´m happy to be in a city that can manage the population.

Cadaques, like Tossa, sits right on Costa Brava, but is farther north. It has small beaches, but nothing compared to Tossa, as it´s a fishing community, rather than a beach haven. The streets are small and winding, made out of cobble stone. The buildings are white with bright blue or green shutters, and they´re connected by arching walkways laced with bright flowers. it´s picture perfect. From my window last night I could see the town lit up, each window glowing with bits of gold light, and the mountains melted into the sky like strange clouds. The mountains - they are incredible! Not just because of their size, but because each one, from bottom to top, is striped with rows and rows of stacked slate stone, creating narrow terraces, giving the mountains a corn-rowed look. It really is just incredible.

Tossa, unlike Cadaques, doesn´t have the cool corn-rowed mountains, but it has the most amazing beaches. The cliffs rise up like Big Sur (from what I´ve seen in the commercials anyway)- there really is a lot in my own country that I need to see too. But the beaches at Tossa- they are gorgeous. The sand is soft, and the bottom of the ocean is lined with smooth stones, like lake superior. We were sitting on the beach, surrounded by these rock facades, and all I could do was stare at the sand. The waves would come up, smooth the surface of teh sand, and retreat, leaving freckles of water that shone like millions of tiny diamonds, sprinkled about. It was amazing. Just amazing. I love the beach :)

I haven´t seen much of Girona - but I¨m sure there´s a web page (let me go check, hold on)www.ajunctment.gi I think that´s it. Otherwise, just hop on Google and type in Girona - you´ll see the town I´m hanging out in for the next couple days. After that, I´m not sure. I´m goign to check and see how possible it is to get into France on a budget, and then maybe Italy, but if not, I´ll just stick around Spain. There´s a lot to see here. I´m going to hopefully go title those pictures now :) Take care all.