My last trip to Spain

I've been Spain three times. All those times via ship/boat. Twice I was in the Navy. The last time I was a wandering traveler. That last time, 1977, I went to Spain I took a Traghetto from Palermo to Livorno and it was the most pleasant of trips, cloudless and comfortable with a view of a gorgeous setting sun into the sea/sky horizon. Once there I took a train to Genoa and left the following day on another Traghetto, this time to Barcelona. We encountered the worst storm I had ever been in since a hurricane in the Caribbean in 1964. There was a lot of crying going on among the passengers, not to mention vomiting and crapping but I had been in worse.   I left Spain twice the same way, by naval vessel. The final time I took a bus to Marseilles while recovering from a food poisoning well past the vomiting stage and not having eaten in two days in time grew incredibly hungry but with not a morsel of food and stopping at a rest stop in France, I had no Francs only Pesetas and could not buy even a piece of bread, I went through the cafeteria taking the scraps of food left in trays on the tables. Desperation it was. Some man shouted at me in French. I gave him the Italian chin flick and headed for the bus. I tell you this because today is the fortieth anniversary of that last trip. 7/29/1977. Today is 7/29/2007