I landed in Barcelona and walked to the hostel I was staying at called The Loft Hostel. It was very clean and covered in stainless steal. The beds were in little futuristic cocoons which was comfortable because it was private. The snores were still present though. It was very close to Ramblas street which was fun to walk around. I woke up at 4 and could not fall asleep again. I walked to the train station because I prefer taking trains to buses. The train was nice I was sitting at a table seat with some people who seemed friendly. The bus went to Pamplona which I was suppose to walk to later. I met two older guys named Cid and Nicholas. Nicholas was on his eighth camino and kept trying to talk to me in Italian. It was a nice gesture but I had no idea what he was talking about. I arrived in Saint Jean and had a lunch with Cid and then went to try and find a wine opener. I was sitting there opening my package when Caroline and Aidan walked up to me. I did not expect to see people until later but I was glad I saw them. They were with Anne, Annie Landis and Annie Domingues. I walked the next day over the mountains and it was great. I was very excited so I walked too fast and paid for it later. It was fantastic though, only once before had I felt a feeling like that while walking. It is when I feel as if I am in a perfect place of mind to observe. Just feeling good and seeing pretty things with no other thoughts.