Yesterday, I woke up to the sounds of construction starting on the street outside my ground floor hostel room. In much of the world, this would mean that it was early in the morning and I would be grumpy and groggy and growl at construction workers when I walked past them to find tea and a quiet shady place to nap...but I'm in spain...so nothing starts before noon.
This either makes Spain a great country or a terrible alarm clock.
Upon realizing that it was the heat of the day (mid 90s F and humid with MAYBE enough breeze to nudge a paper boat on a good day) I decided that wandering aimlessly was out of the question so I set out in search of the cathedral. With the help of those nifty "walk this way-->" arrow signs I found my way there with only 2 wrong turns. Unfortunately for me, they are apparently closing early for something religiousy this whole week and I had just missed the last entry. Tragic.
I went across the way and bought a bottle of mind-numbingly cold water and decided to find a grocery store, make a salad, and sit on one of the hammocks on the roof of the hostel for a siesta, some brainstorming, and hopefully some people meeting.
I met two people, both of whom spent a solid 15 minutes ranting at eachother about how dumb it was to think you could make friends when you travel because people are just too different and no one can connect in a weekend or even a week and how our hostel was a gem because you could spend a month there and never have to speak to anyone. It actually made me so sad that I had to leave the room.
It was now late, and I was in need of friends, so I did the only failsafe option: pub crawl. 2 brothers from Wisconsin, 1 Australian rock band, 2 girls from Quebec, a Swiss bartender, and a "who's nerdier" argument with our Spanish guide (which I won. He thought having glasses counted for more points than my simple skill of being able to list the members of the justice league, which he couldn't do. My win was deserved.) later, I was much happier with life and people, walked back to the hostel and passed out.
Today is a food day. I accidentally ordered 6 sandwitches at lunch (it was all 5€, how was I to know??) they were smallish and delicious and I'm only mildly ashamed to admit that I ate them all. Nah, not even mildly, mostly just impressed.
When I was walking away, I saw a street stand selling liter bottles of fresh-squeezed lemonade. I couldn't resist.
Tonight's plan? A wine-tasting and tapas tour.
I should probably get out of the sun...I think I'm oozing sunscreen out of my pores.
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