August 3rd 2:27 pm
Partway back to Barcelona. I had to go by regional trains because the internationals are all booked until Friday. So now I have a two-hour wait in a tiny station, Latour-de-Carol, in the middle of the "Catalonian Pyrenees" it's a very pretty, though tiny, place. I don't have much to do but read the week-old newspaper that someone left on the seat (hey it's English) and try not to scratch the aweful rash that is all over both of my arms! I don't know what it is except that it showed up two days ago, looks like a mess of mosquito bites and it isn't going away.
4:52 pm
Wow this train trip is way different from the one to Agen! We are goin right through the mountains. What amazing views, and what temptations. It would be so cool to climb one of them and have that on-top-of-the-world feeling. I'm not sure if I am technically back in Spain yet but the signs at the stations are in Spanish so it's a bit of a relief. These little mountain-side cities are nothing like Barcelona. I hesitate to use the word quaint but that's the best way to describe them. A beautiful, peaceful backwoods town that almost feels like home.
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