so right now cas and i are waiting in this dingy basement in dreary poo-ey madrid (wow this sounds exactly like paris).. reeling from hostel-shock because the previous one we stayed in, the living lounge hostel in lisbon, had single toilets as big as my room, while the one here has non-toilet paper flushable loos, which leads to residual smells and stuck bogs. bleh.
anyways. who am i to complain ya? at least i´m not at home!
so tonight we´re meeting up with sam, or samantha, my cousin! yay. i´ll be the first in the family to meet her since she left for exchange earlier this year. sigh i miss my own exchange! but it´s also great to have your own spending money la. though we´re still trying to skimp on stuff like hostels, which leads to this place. we´re staying in a 10-bedder and the beds are the same as the ones in the rome termini hostel.. they´re the metal squeaky springy kind. no dustbins in the room, only lockers. can´t put up any pics either because they´ve chain-bolted a glass box around the whole CPU. ah well.
i´ll try my best to put up pics soon, we´re likely to go to casa mingo for roasted chicken dinner tonight and perhaps scoot by j&j´s bookstore for some spanglish book conversations. ciao!
juice.susceptible had time to talk trash at 12:52 AM
august 2014. how time flies! i still feel like i have so much more growing up to do. :)
funny how life changes forever with the most miniscule of happenings. the startled meeting of two surreptitious glances in the mirror, the sudden dangled offering of purchase of free flight. the thin results slip, the inconspicuous admissions letter. the bad phone call, a moment's folly of taking advantage of someone. the last thoughtless caustic remark that pushes a strained friendship over the edge. i love/hate life. and i know it's a loan.