My arrival to Castellón, Spain, in late July from Victoria, BC, was a smooth one. I chose to fly into Barcelona and took the train south along the beautiful Mediterranean coastline, getting off at Castellón de la Plana. Easy as pie. Really. And with very limited Spanish and no Catalan, which was probably due to the friendliness and help from the locals. Finding my hotel was also easy. It was kitty corner to the Castellón train station and was pointed out to me by a barista who made excellent espresso served in a rather fetching cup.