The travel gods were willing.

It took almost 36 hours and fighting tooth and nail to get out of Barcelona. I slept two nights in a row on trains, without showering after Moroco and the second was sitting up right in a train car in which a bunch of Spanish and American 20-somethings had turned the back part of the car (the part where you get on and off the train) into a bar. The Americans just had wine, the Spainards had coca-cola and ice.

I have decided the Europe in August is one big traveling party. Admittedly it isn't August yet.

So I'm here, at the internet and I need to email Leiden about accomadations. I can't find and address for them on-line. Of course the address is listed in our LonelyPlanet guide book. Of course the guide book is back in the tent. sigh.

But the food here is better than I remember it. :D