Whizzed to the Sierra Nevada and discovered a hostel down a dirt track perched high on the cliffs ouside the tiny village of Pitres. Run by an old (70ish)german lady named Barbara.

We introduced her to her first internet experience after she persuaded us that we needed to drive her to an internet cafe along the mountain range and help her book a plane ticket to Shannon.

Multilingual conversations in halting Spanish, German and French. Phew.