much Nicer

Last Night, after aborting any further attempts at finding shelter for the night, and spending 3 sweltering hours in an internet cafe trying to prevent an identical situation in the next town, H and I sat down on the beach resolving not to move until 5 am the next day - around 13 hours total. The beach of Nice is composed entirely of skipping stones ranging in size from pebbles to street pavers. There we sat with our bottles of water, doner kebabs, and dirty, salt encrusted selves until the sunrise signalling the arrival of our train to Barcelona. We then spent the next 9 of 10 consecutive transit hours asleep on any surface that happened to be next to our heads.

After arriving in B, we took the subway to central town where we found that our hostel is adjacent to one of gaudi's sculptures-that-you-live-in. I have just taken a lifegiving shower and once H has done the same will set out in search of this place selling roast chickens for 7€. Already I love it here, probably due to the 75 degree ocean breezed weather.