Back to France

As sad as I was to leave Barcelona, I spent way too much money there, so it's a good thing we were moving on.  On the bus ride to the French Riviera, we stopped at Aigues-Mortes, which is a cool little area with all sorts of shops, cafes and restaurants.  I got a tomato and mozzarella baguette and a nutella crepe.  I also got some crackers at a service station for the rest of the bus ride.  We got to the camp site around 7:30, and found these cabins to be the epitome of "budget."  It was plywood for walls, but all that really matters was we had a decent mattress and pillow, so we could at least sleep.  It was mostly a travel day, so not much to write about.  There was a small bar at the campsite, which most of the aussies seemed to enjoy until the early morning hours.  Those aussies certainly can drink, but they have a great time no matter what it seems.  I talked to Mike and Dave  before I went to sleep, and then I passed out for a fabulous 8-hour nap.