DAY FOUR :: 09/27
Our first day in Barcelona was something of a surprise. The pampering we received in London by means of a comfortable and private living room left us disoriented when thrown into hostel life with all its accompanying consequences. Showers are communal (divided by gender). Rooms are cramped (but not divided by gender). And the language spoken in various regions of Spain do not resemble anything I’ve ever learned in my younger days even despite my foregone knowledge of syntax and conjunction. My initial reaction was a rebellion of sorts. Give me London, I said, even with its slight implications of racism. It had become something familiar. There was still loveliness in the clouds.
However, hostel life does accord the meeting of random strangers. I am dorming with two German ladies, two American ladies and my sister, and we have met a number of people in the hostels already, French Canadians, Finnish, Germans, Singaporeans, Brits. But being a lackadaisacal socialite, who will know how these interactions will go. It is nearly 1 AM and the group we have acclimated to will be leaving the enclaves of this nestled warmth for the dark exterior of foreign exploration. Salsa clubbing, they cried out. Either way, it is time to sign off and get with the program.
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DAY FIVE :: 09/28 :: EARLY HOURS
We just came back from a club. Somehow my sister had convinced the bouncer to let in two females in our group for free (including the one that didn’t want to pay) and we lounged about for several hours or so. They were playing some decent house tracks and though I made some attempts to dance, few people felt the urge to join in. Almost a waste of good music. Anyways, it is half past three and I haven’t slept in quite some time, here’s to a great night. Ciao.