a Spanish Odyssey

Ver mapa más grandeSince I last wrote Harrison and I have been drifting erractically around northeastern spain trying desperately to get from Barcelona to Bayonne France. We started off well, with an auspicious night of roasted chickens near La Rambla in Barcelona at a greasy spoon zinc topped diner staffed by roast chicken stained beer swelling profane spanish cooks. After a sweltering night in an air conditionless hostel we explored B town visiting Parque Guell, La Sagrada Familia, and a laundromat. We reserved seats on a night train from Barcelona to Zaregoza, a small town of 700,000 people that I had never heard of. After a being awoken 50 minutes before our scheduled stop at 3am, we were bussed from the middle of nowhere to Zaragoza's immense train station where we slept in an abandoned but well airconditioned lobby. At 7am we then jumped a quick train to the nearbye town of Calatayud, only to find that all of our connections from there to Bayonne were completely and mercilessly booked. Scrambling, we bought bus tickets to Madrid, only to be told later by the same rail station employee that more trains leaving from Zaragoza, the town we had just come from, to Pamplona were still available. So we handed over even more money and rumbled back to our starting point. As I type this we are in Pamplona with tickets to the Northern town of Hendaya and prayers to get us from there to Bayonne 40km away. We will consider stealing a car if we must.