So I decided to spend New Years in Nimes. To my surprise, Quebecer after Quebecer arrived at the hostel, all with the same idea in mind. By New Years, we were 16 Quebecers, all come indenpendantly! We had taken over the hostel! It made me feel like I was at home, which was nice as I was feeling particularly homesick at the time. We had a roman-themed toga party, and it should be mentioned I look fetching in a roman tunic (a little too fetching, as it turned out... I´ll explain in a moment). So I had a great time, and befriended the fellow in charge of the hostel - giving me all sorts of special priviliges - so I decided to stay for a bit to rest and recuperate. My time in Nimes was great for soul, though not for the body, as the party was continual at the hostel; Vague recollections of staying up until 5 am drinking absynthe - the real stuff, smuggled in from eastern europe. Anyways, it turned out that my mojo was working overtime, as person after person kept succombing to my charms (of both sexes, as well). By the end I was getting very good at giving the "well, you´re a lovely person..." talk - though sometimes even that was insufficient! At one point I was locked in the bathroom with a girl who had taken off all her clothes and told me, in no uncertain terms, that I wasn´t going anywhere... I stayed way too long in Nimes, living in an irish pub (figuratively, this time, unlike in holland) and camping behind the hostel. Finally, making some tearful goodbyes, I left Nimes and hitchhiked my way south. By nightfall, on my first day of hitchhiking, I arrived in dowtown Barcelona. More later. Ciao.