After our stroll along the Mediterranean we stopped and did a liitle shopping, then headed back to the hostel and cooked up big pasta dinner (man did that hit the spot!). truth is we hadn't really had a lot of sit down meals, just grabbing a little of this and that on the go (the result of which I was starting to see and feel around the waist line. I had probably dropped about ten to twelve lbs). On the morning of the 30th we decided to head on over to Barcelona. In the major metropolitan areas the trains are in and out constantly, which made it easy to catch one anywhere, and at any time. However, in the smaller areas it doesn't work quite like that, and we found out the hard way. Nice only had two trains to Barcelona that day, and since we never really plan ahead we missed the first, and the second one was already full. As a result we spent the day train hopping trying to get as close to the Spanish border as possible. That evening we decided to call it a day in the town of Montbellier. Since it was a little after eleven when we got there, we went ahead and found a little corner in the station to bed down. The moment we set our packs down, two backpackers from Austria came over and invited us to travel with them down a few towns to a smaller station. They had planned on sleeping there as well, but they were worried about the armed officials that had been pattroling it. since we really didn't feel like being hasseled either, we went ahead and joined them and jumped back on the next train out (They seemed a bit excited that we were joining them. I think maybe because of the safety in numbers). We finally exited at the small town of Narbonni were Aaron found us an empty waiting room in the station, so we all piled in, lowered the blinds, pulled out our bed rolls, and "Wa La" instant suite for the night. A couple other stragglers were in and out trying to get a little shut eye, but other than that it was a nice peaceful nights rest. We woke up about 6:30 on the 1st because travelers were moving about in the station. Once we got our stuff packed we walked a little ways into town and pick up a big bag of day old croissants for next to nothing, then went back to the station and talked one of the attendances out of a couple cups of hot water for instant coffee and breakfast was served. When we arrived in Barcelona we set out to see the sights. Its main attraction was a cathedral whos construction started 120 years ago and they estemated another 50 before its completion. It was quite a sight! Barcelona reminded me of NYC, a lot hussle and bussle of everyday life, and yet not so overwelmed with tourism to make uncomfortable to get around. From Barcelona we headed out to Malaga hoping to catch a train from there to Granada in the morning.