En route

I'm taking this opportunity, in a dingy little internet cafe in Perpignan, France - a strange little village most definitely NOT originally on my itinery to Barcelona - to publicly thank loud Americans who complain about everything for making me feel so much less annoyed about French strikes cancelling my connecting train, screwing up my travel plans and postponing my arrival in Spain by three hours, if only to spite said loud Americans who complain about everything.

Thank you. By trying to tune you out, I've gotten to pay a lot more attention to the hauntingly beautiful French countryside and, in trying to escape you, I've learned that the closer you are to Spain, the better the bananas are, even at tiny little hole-in-the-wall bodegas. So it turns out it's actually not that bad.

Thankfully (and a bit self-righteously) yours,

Holly