Somewhere over the Atlantic

Dec 06, 2008 08:40

It´s about 8:40 AM on the 6th and I´m waiting for my friends to wake up and meet me here in the common room at our hostel.

My body is still adjusting to the time zone change. Currently my sleep schedule is somewhere over the Atlantic - I slept 16 hours yesterday but only 3 last night (and partially cause the obnoxious American kids in my hostel room kept making noise at 4 AM and bragging about some fight they got into with a bouncer - no wonder the world doesn´t like us very much).

My brain itches.

While I´m having a good time here, I´m also very ready to go home. To me the best part of a vacation is coming home and appreciating what it means to have a permanent place to live, and right now I can´t wait for that moment when I flop down on my own bed.

I bought a really nice army-looking jacket at a sketchy bootleg clothing store run by a bunch of Asian people. There was a pretty huge language barrier (both the store worker and I had to use what little Spanish we knew) but I managed to buy this fun jacket for like 20 Euros. It´s surprising how many Spanish words I can remember when affordable European fashion is on the line.

¨¿Es una tarjeta acceptablé?¨
Me: ¨Is a card acceptable?¨

¨No. Solamente dinero.¨
Her: ¨No. Only money.¨

Of course this means I´m broke now and have to live off of the free granola bars that the hostel gives us. Two boxes = one meal. And in the past two days I´ve eaten five boxes. But you should see this jacket. So worth it.
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