Journey to France (Part Two)

I didn't sleep at all that night. I think it was the combination of the freezing wind and the fear of impending rape.

But as the sun rose, and I looked out of my tent to see the pines and thousands of white flowers, I felt refreshed. Just a little.

I packed up my gear and headed on. I can't remember how long I had been walking before the laziness got hold of me. I was taking a break standing on a bridge, and saw bus after bus leaving the town. Maybe I'll just go and check the prices.

Long story short, I caved in and just forked out the money for a train to the Spain/France border. I stopped in a small town called Portbou. It was centered around a small cove of the Mediterranean, and literally ONLY had old people walking around. I felt weird.

I hopped back on the next train, and when it arrived, I was stopped by a police officer at the gate. "Mey I hav yeurh passport pleuse?" he asked. I went berserk, and said "Is this France?!" He smiled and replied, "It iz beautiful, iz it not?"

I can't even describe to you how excited I was. I stared out the window of the next train in awe. I saw a little stream and was like, "A French stream!" We passed by a large vineyard and I was like, "French grapes!!"

Anyways, now I'm here in Montpellier chillin' with some CouchSurfing buddies. Gonna tour the town some today. Pictures to come...