Barcelona

I definitely wish I had more time for Barcelona. I arrived by night (sleeping) train early in the morning and have another night train to Nice, France tonight. Consequently, I had a particularly frustrating day because I didn't get a hostel.

I got off the train thinking that the beach would have security lockers and changing rooms. I mean you hear so many stories about theft and robbery in Spain that you'd think they'd take certain precautions for tourists. After all, tourists bring money into the country and leave it there.... Anyway, I took my entire backpack to beach in hopes I could store it there rather than store it at the train station (which I'm still not sure has lockers around here). But no, the beaches have everything else except lockers and changing rooms, which left me to lug around my 20 pound backpack for the whole freaking day.

I made the best of it, though. After exploring the entire beach for a few hours in hopes of finding somewhere to store my bag, I finally gave up, changed in a bathroom, and found a spot to camp out, get a little tan, and relax. But relaxing is hard when you're worried someone is going to sneak off with your daypack or something.

I found that the Spanish don't really seem all that kind to tourists. There was always this tension towards me everywhere I went (or maybe it was my backpack hanging off me all the time). Had I had more time, I think I could have organized myself better and enjoyed my time more. But it's all in effort to get to Cannes tomorrow to see Star Wars (or at least stand in the crowd while other people do). Hell yes....