The night train

The last few days have been crazy. I made it into Frankfurt, and managed to meet up with Dan the next day with little problem (picture below of the Frankfurt train station). I had made a one night reservation in Frankfurt, thinking that we could find a place to stay and figure out things from there. This would normally not be a problem as it is the off season for tourism, but there was some sort of huge festival -- everything was booked full. So, having no plan -- I will admit we had no real plan other than to head south to warmer weather -- we headed south. We booked ourselves a night train to Barcelona.

I am glad to say that I am writing to you in Barcelona now. The trip was just about 24 hours. We made a short stop off in Paris, I had heard that the French don´t like to speak english, oh man -- we will need to have our plan together when we head back there. After trying to deal with German, French and now Spanish, I appreciate the friendliness of the people here.

Well we are worn out and are now trying to work out a place to stay the next few nights. When traveling you really get down to your basic needs -- water, food and a place to get horizontal. I have had little more than a shower in a sink since leaving Israel. We have certianly found ourselves in the thick of an adventure.