For some of us, day 11 started in the same way as day 10 finished. Yes Daniel's hangover hit epically today, and before we'd even finished breakfast, he was back up in the room chucking his guts up. We were up early(ish) today too, because our time in Paris was up and we were catching the train to Barcelona this morning. At least we got croissants! I'd love to come back to Paris someday soon; you could easily lose a week or maybe more in Paris, but in return create some amazing and beautiful memories. But this visit was done, so once breakfast was over / Daniel only had his stomach's lining left inside it, we walked down to the station to grab a taxi. Paris stations are a little different to other stations, in that instead of having one major hub, Paris has like six to cater for trains going in any direction, so we decided a taxi was our easiest way to get to Paris Gare de Lyon, which was on the opposite side of the city. It was a good experience being in a taxi on a busy Monday morning in Paris. Paris drivers are nuts! There are buses, cars, trucks, motorbikes, taxis, bicycles, pedestrians - everybody - just criss crossing over each other like it's nobody's business. How our driver didn't hit or be hit, and then make it become our business, is anybody's guess. As I think I've said before, I think it just works (don't worry, I'm not trying to repeat myself here, I still have plenty of creativity left)! We found our train, which was absolutely massive. Apparently somewhere down the line it was going to split up and go to different destinations. After walking further from the back of the train to our carriage than we did to get to a taxi today, we settled in for the ride to Barcelona, about six and a half hours away. One thing I liked about the train was it gave me time to kick back and relax, and the longer journey also allows me to write about my travels for my friends to read, because I really like being able to have that connection back home and share it. With a six hour train journey, I thought I'd be able to catch up a bit. The train rolled out of Paris and headed south towards the Mediterranean. Unfortunately there were no English announcements on the train so we had no idea what was going on, but it didn't matter - we weren't going to miss our stop when it was the one at the end of the line! Our ticket check confirmed we were on the right carriage too, so no disconnecting and heading off in the opposite direction. Another thing I like about the train is that the changes of scenery are so vivid on the ground, and France changed so much on our course through it from north to south. On Friday when we were coming from Germany, the rolling hills reminded me a little of Gippsland in some ways. Just instead of having m***********s every now and then, they had beautiful quaint French villages. Moving south, it got really flat, and there were lots of vineyards. A little further south again, the massive French Alps loomed to the left of the train in the distance, and as got closer to the Mediterannean, it was really dry looking and rocky - almost felt a bit like a desert. It was noticeably warmer too, we could feel it in the train. This was confirmed after we crossed the border into Spain, when I saw a temperature sign in a town we passed through read 36 degrees! As we were using Barcelona as a place to recharge and relax, we were getting really excited about this. Again as we crossed the border though there was no fanfare. This was getting ridiculous really - I'M IN ANOTHER COUNTRY!! But we were a little rewarded because once in Spain, the French no longer reigned supreme and the Spanish delivered their announcements in English as well! How friendly! They were friendly in the bar too every time we got some food or a drink, which made it quite fun! Once we arrived at Barcelona Sants station, we were immediately hit with glorious warmth as we exited the train. Barcelona Sants is an underground station so it was the familiar humid warmth you get underground, so no cause for celebration yet! But when we got outside it was the same! And that warmth was a key ingredient to us relaxing this week, as our main factor in choosing our accommodation here wasn't for once its proximity to the station, but its pool facilities! And boy did we find a good one. Not only did it have a rooftop pool, but it also had a rooftop bar! And, it turns out that it was just a stones throw away from the station anyway! Good start Barcelona! It was an entertaining start too, because when we got to the check-in at the hotel, there was this measly looking little British man (I think), just cracking the ***** about something, and wouldn't listen to a bar that anybody said to him, to the point they had to call security in. I have absolutely no idea how somebody could crack like that, because the friendliness of the staff was absolutely amazing when we eventually checked in. By about 5:30pm we were checked in, bags dumped in the room, and up at the bar enjoying a pint! It was a really nice spot, overlooking the city below, with really friendly staff and a relaxed atmosphere. We finished our beer and headed up to the pool deck with another in hand, and laid down on the deck chairs next to the pool, where Dad joined us, and we completely switched off! As the sun started to set, we headed back to the bar and ordered some burgers for dinner. They were delicious, and went hand in hand with the Spanish beer. As night took over, the bar was lit up with dangling lights, complementing the relaxed atmosphere. With Dad choosing to call it a night, these perfect conditions wound Daniel and I in and caused us to stay. And drink. They must've been perfect conditions, because not 12 hours before, Daniel could barely move without wanting to spew! Now we couldn't leave the place. By the time we left there, we were rolling drunk. Owing to this fact, the trip downstairs was a bit hazy. We got back to our room, Daniel ended the day as he started it (and the same way he ended yesterday), and I went to bed. Hello Beercelona!