Leaving a friend; gaining a friend!

Last night a thunderstorm hit Cambrils which is where we were still camping. Fortunately for us, there was a neat brick arched bridge near our camp which was dry. We carried our belongings under the bridge and lit a fire whilst polishing off donuts and a beer. We laid our 2 euro mats on the rocks under the bridge and prepared for sleep. With the fire emanating across the arched ceiling, lightening streaking across the purple sky and silohettes of trees against the backdrop, it felt like a scene from an old epic adventure movie. The next day on awakening Shawn and I bid farewell to our camp, as well as thanking it for keeping us safe. We hit the road back to Salou in order to catch the train to Valencia. On finding the train fully booked we headed over to the bus station and waited during siesta for it to open. During this time Shawn decided that he wanted to stay close to Barcelona as his funds were drying up, so he decided to go to Zaragoza which is closer to Barcelona. I still wanted to go to Valencia, so came the time when two trusted allies had to bid farewell. After a beer and then waving off Shawn as he headed out, I boarded my bus with Valencia written on the top of it as the sun started to set across the mountain range behind Salou. On the bus I met a 19 year old German, Spanish, Italian named Luigi. He lives in Germany, his Mum is Spanish and his Dad is Italian. After brief chatter, he invited me to spend the night at his place with his aunt and grandmother in Castello. I accepted the invitation and here I find myself sitting on an exceptionally soft bed, fully fed and smelling like roses after a shower which was five days overdue. I am beginning to fall in love with Spain.