BACKPACKING with no Direction 
Wow, we got out of the plane, and there he was, my cousin waiting for us because his flight from the states arrived 5 hours before, so right in that moment I realized that we were far away by our own.
So after some happy greetings, laughing and hugs we started to discover the world of the adventurer travelers, by asking to the people how we could get to this hostel that we chose in our hostelling international guide.... So after some helpful and nice advisors we encouraged ourselves to go towards the subway that was supposed to take us close to that place.
We Changed some money before (back then there was no Euro, so we all traveled with US dollars, having to change money in each country) and we took the "Metro". We got to the station we got down, and again carrying our heavy backpacks we ask for directions again to one guy that was walking down the street, and he told us... "O no ese es un lugar lleno de yonkyes" meaning that in Spani
sh that the place where we were willing to go was full of drogadicts....
First crisis!!! What do we do??? Let's do a Backpacker’s meeting, let's put our bag down, grab our bible (hostel guide) and let's chose another place!!! Yes we can do that! Ok we agreed, we found another interesting place... by interesting I mean that the reviews were well written and we started heading to this new place... lunch time was about to finish and we didn't have time to stop until we found a place where to sleep for the night!!.
We got to the second place, we got up the stairs one floor that felt like a 20 floor because of the size of our backpacks, and there we were.
We ask for a place to stay!!! He laughs!!! We look one to the other we speak the language so we can all understand that this guy in the front desk is laughing at us, asking us how we even dare to go there without reservations!....and starting to imitate our Argentinean accent calling us "Boludos" - (Dumbas) Something we weren't expecting at all.
Another backpackers meeting, we all agreed let's take the subway for the last time straight to the center of Madrid where for sure we will find a place where to stay!!
Subway!!
There we are the four of us, our backpacks, and yet our energy and happiness besides the failures of our previous location plans.
We started walking towards "La Gran Via" (main avenue), looking around all the spots to find a place where to crash, and after one hour of no findings, the evening was coming and we started talking about what we would do if in another half an hour we would not succeed on finding a place...
Traveling on the night train to Portugal was the main option.
Returning to the train station and sleep there was the other one.
NONE OF THEM SOUNDED GOOD AT ALL. - I felt like missing home at that moment.
We kept looking for a place until we found next to an adults shop (where they sell toys) a building about to fall with a crappie sign that said rooms for rent.
We got in!
So after some happy greetings, laughing and hugs we started to discover the world of the adventurer travelers, by asking to the people how we could get to this hostel that we chose in our hostelling international guide.... So after some helpful and nice advisors we encouraged ourselves to go towards the subway that was supposed to take us close to that place.
We Changed some money before (back then there was no Euro, so we all traveled with US dollars, having to change money in each country) and we took the "Metro". We got to the station we got down, and again carrying our heavy backpacks we ask for directions again to one guy that was walking down the street, and he told us... "O no ese es un lugar lleno de yonkyes" meaning that in Spani
sh that the place where we were willing to go was full of drogadicts....First crisis!!! What do we do??? Let's do a Backpacker’s meeting, let's put our bag down, grab our bible (hostel guide) and let's chose another place!!! Yes we can do that! Ok we agreed, we found another interesting place... by interesting I mean that the reviews were well written and we started heading to this new place... lunch time was about to finish and we didn't have time to stop until we found a place where to sleep for the night!!.
We got to the second place, we got up the stairs one floor that felt like a 20 floor because of the size of our backpacks, and there we were.
We ask for a place to stay!!! He laughs!!! We look one to the other we speak the language so we can all understand that this guy in the front desk is laughing at us, asking us how we even dare to go there without reservations!....and starting to imitate our Argentinean accent calling us "Boludos" - (Dumbas) Something we weren't expecting at all.
Another backpackers meeting, we all agreed let's take the subway for the last time straight to the center of Madrid where for sure we will find a place where to stay!!
Subway!!
There we are the four of us, our backpacks, and yet our energy and happiness besides the failures of our previous location plans.
We started walking towards "La Gran Via" (main avenue), looking around all the spots to find a place where to crash, and after one hour of no findings, the evening was coming and we started talking about what we would do if in another half an hour we would not succeed on finding a place...
Traveling on the night train to Portugal was the main option.
Returning to the train station and sleep there was the other one.
NONE OF THEM SOUNDED GOOD AT ALL. - I felt like missing home at that moment.
We kept looking for a place until we found next to an adults shop (where they sell toys) a building about to fall with a crappie sign that said rooms for rent.
We got in!
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Good post. I really liked it.
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