Rain in Spain

No matter how far south I go, the rain keeps following me. Although it was mostly in the morning, the day has been alright.

I am in San Sebastián, close to the nortern french border of Spain. It´s hopeless. Nobody speaks english. Not a bit. Not a single soul. Nothing! I did manage to get a room by just speaking english to a woman who just spoke spanish and wrote numbers on papers and did gestures. And I did manage to get a pizza. But that´s about it. I have to leave here tomorrow. The guy at the international train booking place actually spoke a few words english, but he had no idea of how the trains went. I´ll have to go over to the french border and take it from there. I will go as far east as I can, away from this madness. I probably will shorten my trip quite a bit, as it is so consuming looking for trains, places to stay and places to eat all the time. And you can´t really plan anything either, because you don´t know how the trains are going and if they´re full or not. Oh well, hopefully I´ll be in France or Italy or Switzerland or anywhere that is not Spain next time I write.