Woke up this morning at 8 am, sleeping head to toe with my friend Megan in a village that I do not know the name of. On the floor around us were pretzels we stole from the party downstairs, and our friend Brett curled up in a sleeping bag. We needed to get back to our town but we couldn’t figure out the address of house where we slept so we figured it would be a good idea to walk to the nearby church and call a cab from there. On our way out, we decided to get our money’s worth (we did pay 15 euro for this party) so we grabbed a bottle of coke, pretzels and some crackers. We tried to blend in, as if we were just attending church like the normal Sunday service go-ers. I think our short dresses, snax and alcoholic stench were not helping our cause. It was obviously freezing cold so we were super pumped when the cab finally arrived. That is, until we realized she was making us pay 25 extra euro for her troubles since it was a Sunday morning. You’d think she would be happy to have some business on a Sunday morning. I don’t think too many people are calling at 8am for casual tours of….that village (still trying to figure out the name).
January 30, 2011
Where are we again?