After a brief recovery in Barcelona, I arrived in Valencia tired, of course. I think the heat was sapping my energy, as I was hardly drinking and going to bed very early by local standards (late enough though). I had…
Barcelona
Some late nights in Seville, a couple of very hot days in Lyon, and four nights in a big house with my friends from high school, added up to a desperate lack of sleep. I was starting to feel like…
Bed Bugs Amidst the Grandeur of Granada
After the night bus adventures from Lisbon, I was surprisingly a bit sleepy when I got to Granada. I wandered around the city until I could check into my hostel, which was right in the middle of the Alacazin, the…
Hostel Life- When you’re not 22
8:00pm- The woman with the fur coat is also harbouring a cold (surmised based on her constant throat clearing, not the fact that she’s wearing a fur coat), and chatting incessantly in Portugese to someone on the phone, which she…