Despite coming home at 4 am, I was still unable to sleep and I took a restoril and ended up sleeping until 2pm. This is night #3 with restoril now…At least I’m sleeping VERY well with it. But can’t seem to sleep without it. Anyway, I woke up and took my sweet ass time cleaning, having breakfast, and generally enjoying the fact that I am on vacation, although that vacation feeling has quite settled in to me yet. I spent the earlier part of the afternoon at the internet café taking care of stuff for Oranim and various other errands. I think I took care of it all finally.
At 6:30 I went to meet Mayra and Tony, two of my future classmates. Mayra and her husband, Giuliano, moved to Barcelona from Brazil two years ago. Tony is from London, but his family is from South Africa originally. Giuliano’s friend Andy was with us as well. We ended up spending the entire evening at Placa del Sol engaged in what is probably the typical hostel conversation – what we do, why we’re there, where we’ve traveled, our views on certain political subjects, and how different things are in different countries that we are from and that we have traveled to. They’re a really friendly bunch and I really enjoyed spending the evening with them. When it was time to go home at midnight I couldn’t believe how fast the time had flown! Tony and I walked to the metro together and I got off one stop later to transfer only to discover that the metro was NOW closed, and I was stranded 3 km away from where I’m staying. Apparently, it was still a holiday, though not as much of a surcharge as the previous night, it still cost me 9 euros to get home. I think these cabs charge more in the summer time because Kathy and I never paid more than 6 euro to get anywhere when we were here in June!
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