I'm sunburnt, exhausted, hiding out in a smoky bar that smells like onions. Desperate to get connected to the familiar--the rational people from home. I have never gone to such lengths to get internet, it's the only thing that will keep me from freaking out at the moment.
So alright, last night I stayed in my first hostal. It was interesting, smelled like grandma perfume, and was run by a fantastic family with alot of spunk. The lady was about 80 years old and I didn't understand Galician. It was totally bearable and adorable. Circa 2am when I was trying to sleep, it wasn't so adorable. Bascially, drunken devastation was happening in the quaint street facing the window. Drunken debauchery--arguments, some kind of unwarranted violence on a box, and several renditions of songs, accents, etc. SHENANIGANS. I guess Will and I took alternating shifts of total annoyance. When he would wake up angry, I would be sleeping, when I would wake up angry he would be sleeping soundly.
We walked around Santiago all afternoon and basically baked in the sun. The poor brits are worse off than me, but we're all a little pink. After traipsing around town in my stylish flats, by the time I got to the train station with my massive backpack--it was time to rest my feet and put myself back together mentally.
So I here I sit, perched in a chair with my dwindling patience and perseverance. After a night of no sleep in a hostal and an exhausting day of sight seeing, i'm put out.
Shenanigans.
Also, you should know that today at the Cathedral, awkward moments peppered everything. And if you thought I can be awkward..you haven't met my roommate.
Best moment ever occurred when Will and I decided we should experience everything the Cathedral had to offer and stood in line to view a casket of St. James and then also to go view a statue. Well little did we realize that we were expected to provide a donation, and literally wrap ourselves around the statue and pray all under the supervision of a security guard. I had NO idea what to do. I had wanted to take a picture but of course no photos or videos, so I just started giggling because it was so unbelievably awkward. When my turn arrived I just smiled and dropped in some money, I received a dazzling bookmark, and then turned smiled and briefly admired the statue. As I was fleeing down the steps, I turned just in time to see Will awkwardly putting his head against the statue and holding it--not knowing what else to do. Poor Will isn't even Catholic. It was THE MOST awkward thing ever--he's priceless. I'll relay some more stories later on, i.e, my flight from Sevilla to Santiago--the awkward bag situation and Will forcing his to fit beneath his legs, having no leg room, and his toothbrush vibrating in his backpack the whole way just before getting off and hitting his head to complete the whole absurdity of everything.
We also arrived in Santiago with no map or directions to the hostal beyond a tiny piece of paper
Will declared "We're not lost, we just don't know where we are." I'm like..so we're lost. It's just priceless, it's like the depiction of the commercial where the man stays lost because he doesn't want to get directions, Will says that takes the fun out of it--correction, asking for directions just saves you time. Wish me luck, I'm definitely perpetually thinking.."but seriously" at the moment.
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