where's montpellier...?

so. it's been awhile. lots of goings on here across the pond. to say the least.

alright, so in any case, on our last day in valencia (meaning the morning that we woke up and had to be out of our hotel at noon) and we still didn't have a place to go. we foray to the train station at the pleasant hour of 8am with the idea that we'd go to carcassonne. the guy behind the window selling tickets pretty much just laughed at me. so no go. and so my response was, well, can i go anywhere in france then? and he went yeah, montpellier. next thought: where the hell is montpellier? turns out it's in the south of france. near the coast.

alright, so we get on the train and get to barcelona to change trains. all the time still trying to figure out where we'll be sleeping that night seeing as we hadn't planned to be in montpellier (or anywhere near it for that matter). we wind up talking to this really nice old man named Roger who told us that when he'd booked his hotel that morning there'd been one other open room. so in any case, we get off the train with him and walk to his hotel right up the road. no vacancies. but instead of him just going, oh to hell with it. good luck children, he instead talked the consierge into calling a hotel around the corner, and having them send over a helper to help us get there, and to help us with our bags because they had vacancies. it couldn't have been any better. so we get to our hotel. 5 flights of stairs later, we have a room! just michael and i in our own room again. top floor. totally perfect. we went out for a drink. had a blowout fight. and went to bed. next mornign everything worked out though. in fact i think it sort of helped in a sense. we've been getting along fairly well now....