Journal Entry July 24 12:15 am

12:15 am
I leave Barcelona today. That fact is really just sinking in, which sucks since I really enjoyed the last week or so. But it does feel like it's time to move on. So goodbye Barcelona, hello whatever happens next!

8:14 am
I made it to the train station! I'm about a half-hour early but I decided it was better to play it safe. I was originally planning to do a little walking and kind of say goodbye to my city but I guess I will say goodbye from the window of the train. The train I'm on actually is going to Montpelier so I hope they make it very obvious when I need to get off at Narbonne. I saw on my ticket that it said, "turista," I had assumed that was the same as coach on a plane but I was wrong, there is a car on the train just for tourists. It's interesting to listen to. I hope that we get to see the beautiful French countryside from the train!

11:06 am
Just left the station on Girona, I wonder if we are in France yet. I don't know the city names but I heard a lot of French being spoken but that could just be because we are near the border.

11:49 am
Still in Spain. Figueres is the name of the stop we are at, I wish I had some clue as to our relative location but I really have no idea! There are small mountains all around us now, I have to resist the urge to get off the train and climb quietly by myself to the top where I would just sit and be happy. I suppose that's just on odd personality trait of mine. I wonder why?

1:08 pm
I just saw my first random castle in the French countryside just beyond the Perpignon stop.

2:58 pm
On a train from Narbonne to Toulouse. I missed my original train so I had to catch the next one, which is crammed full. I am currently sitting on the floor in the aisle. On the way to Narbonne I wished I had a window seat, now I have the window and no seat!

Later
What is it with me?! I was totally fine until I got to Toulouse. Now I'm so scared I could vomit or cry or maybe both. What was I thinking? I'm in the middle of a strange city where I don't know the language, don't know anyone, and have next to no money! I'm an idiot! How was I planning on this working? If going to Barcelona was the scariest thing I'd ever done it didn't hold the place long. I'm terrified, I just want to find a hostal and cry myself to sleep.

5:03 pm
I found a hotel, it's old and yucky and is falling apart but I don't care because I have my own room with a bed where I can sit and cry out of fear and relief. My heart is still pumping fast out of panic. I know I shouldn't but tonight I think I will skip dinner and just stay in. That part of me that was telling me to skip France and just go home is now screaming, "I told you so!"