The Twenty Spaniards

Well, it was another sleepless and almost comical night in our hostel room. A tour group of middle aged couples from Spain came into the hostel and we were fortunate to share our room with twenty of them. Until the late hours of the night, it was a sympathy of laughing, coughing, talking and suitcase zippers. And bright and early again this morning, the orchestra began again. Several times throughout the night, April and I had to ask ourselves in disbelief if this was really happening.