Back in toulouse, once again just stopping on the way. Granada was awesome, best story being my trip to an outdoor hot spring on sunday night. i stood in the main square with some american girls id known about 4 hours waiting for some guy called pepe who drove us into the desert to swim in the dark surrounded by naked gypsies. when we got out the water the van had moved which was a slightly terrifying experience (in the middle of nowhere, foreign country, dont speak the language and have nothing but a towel, flip flops and shorts) but it worked out ok in the end. I made my way from granada to cordoba to madrid and then overnight to bilbao on monday, saw the guggenheim in the morning and then went to san sebastian for pintxos which kick the ass of all the tapas in the rest of spain and some sleep. Spent last night in bayonne, nursing my blisters in a hotel room, today im going right across france from the atlantic to the mediterranean, spending a night in an apparently dodgy hostel in montpellier then in nice for the weekend. hopefully after that its italia.