Crazy House

When we arrived in Barcelona it was around 11 P.M and we hadn’t yet eaten. We tried to check into the hotel but there was a sign up explaining that they were “closing a shift” and would be back soon. Soon apparently meant within the next 45 minutes. While the girls were getting a bit upset because they were so hungry, I took in the crazy bar room antics going on behind us. About 5 minutes after we got there we saw a young Australian man get naked and do 2 laps around the bar, apparently the rules of his game. I was surprised to learn that of all the people playing with him, not many of them knew each other at all. This kind of welcoming environment is something I could get used to.

 

After finally checking in and finding something to eat I was lugging my suitcase up the stairs when I ran into a Canadian gal. “Hola” I told her, thus exhausting my entire retained vocabulary from 3 years of high school Spanish. “Hola”  she said while giving me a come hither stare. “Where are you from?” With this I felt like a bit of a fraud. I had spoken such excellent Spanish that I made this girl believe I was a true Spaniard, I considered going along with this little fantasy I had concocted in my head but instead I decided to come clean:

 

“I’m from the states, Minnesota actually. How about you?”

“I’m from Toronto, what’s your name?”

“I’m [TheHamborgler], how about you?

“I’m Ashley, when you get done putting that bag away you should come down and hang out at our table, we are the loudest ones we should be easy to find”

“I really hope so”

 

After putting my bag upstairs all the girls decided to go to sleep while I went down and drank with an array of foreigners. Although I found Ashley she seemed to be engaged in flirtation with another beau at the time and although every once in a while she would break from that conversation to make kissy faces at me I knew that our grand love affair would never be. Instead I found some other people to talk to. One guy from Australia was pretty messed up, but he informed me he was about to get much more so because he had just taken a fist full of pills. After briefly considering the cost benefit of seeing a stranger completely messed up I decided to move along. So I started talking to a girl who claimed to be Polish. I guess I don’t know what a Polish accent sounds like but this was not what I imagined. I also didn’t imagine a Polish gal to be so cool and breathtakingly gorgeous. Apparently she had broken her jaw a few years ago playing Rugby (bonus) so perhaps that realigned her face in the shape of beauty, either that or I was drunk and she was really cool.

 

This place is nuts and I am very much looking forward to seeing just how crazy it gets.