I was doing so well at keeping this journal up to date, but it seems that I have been slacking off lately, not that I was without good reason. Nice made for some good down time, although all I would really do was watch CNN and peridodically venture out to see what was going on. I have realized that hostels are the way to go, as the moments when I want to throw in the towel and go home happen when I am on my own for extended periods of time. So I can hopefully travel with someone through Greece, because I don´t think that Tyler or Emily will be able to come, and I have to have that leg of the trip figured out sooner rather than later. I´m really excited for when Mom comes to visit, she booked her tickets today and planned a rough itinerary for us while I was waiting for the train in the Montpellier station. We are going to go see a Real Madrid soccer game, which will be a really good way to finish off the visit. If the games I saw in Malaga last year are any indication of what it will be like, then neither of us will be dissapointed. Hopefully nothing happened like it did in Seville the other day; the game was cancelled because one of the Venice fans knocked the Seville coach out by throwing a bottle at him, and then there were the Arsenal and Chelsea brawls that happened the other day too. So anyways, yesterday I checked into my hotel in Montpellier, after an amazing ride down the French coast. This morning I got up at 5 in the morning, to take a slightly less impressive trainride into Barcelona. I got in a little bit before noon, and then took a taxi to the hostel. I was behind a big group of uni students, from the States who really didn't have their s*** together, so I had to wait while they did their math. This is highly representative of the fact that the President´s plan for education is not working. I finally got the key to my room, which is located on the second floor, and also forked out close to 15 euros to do  my laundry. I was down to two shirts, jeans, and a hoodie, as well as one pair of underwear, so I was happy to toss a couple of coins into the machine, and even more amazingly, nothing appears to have shrunk or changed color. I also made a run down to the little fruit store across the street, and picked up some fruit and walnuts to tide me over, because I hadn´t eaten anything all day. Mom and Gramma keep harping at me to go buy some granola bars and toss them in my backpack. This may be a good idea. Tomorrow I am going to figure out where the nearest amenities are, as well as book some tours for the week. After having a nap, I woke up in search of dinner. I hadn't exactly felt like wandering around Barcelona, when I didn´t know where the hell I was going, so I walked across the street to the bar, which didn´t have a menu, but I still ordered food. This was indication number 1 that my food was going to be less than stellar. The second was when I recieved what could best be described as a meat pancake on top of some rice and potatos. When I had ordered it, I only heard the word carne, and meat sounded fine to me. I was nervous and my Spanish came out butchered, but I soon relaxed, well as best as one can when they are the only female in a room full of men well over the age of forty, all natives to the country. I was under the impression that it was the type of place where men got together to shoot the s***, and b**** about their wives. But anyways, I was so damn hungry I ate the meat pancake, regardless of my judgement. When I got back, I had a nice chat with a guy from BC. Its nice to encounter people who know that Quebec are the bane of Canada´s existence. I am as of yet to meet my roomates, But I may go down to the bar to see if anyone is there to hang out with. I am excited to finally be in Spain, and out of that god forsaken hell hole, otherwise known as France.