Saturday morning I woke up, took my first warm shower in four months and was ready to get to know the city, when the hostel staff told me that since I had only booked my room for one night I would have to pack my bags and leave in less than an hour. Someone else had reserved my room. This time I was serious about crying and the lady saw the distraught looking and told me she could hook me up with a friend of hers who ran a hostel a couple of streets away. So me and some middle-aged Swedish tourists who had just completed the Santiago trail—who apparently were just as stupid as me and had forgotten to book their room for the whole weekend too—went to a dingy looking spot three or four small side streets from Gran Via. Finally I went out to get to know
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