! Whatever !

I sit here in a hostel called Mambo Tango in the heart of Barcelona, Spain. The basement smells of ‘that guys’ basement. You know, the one who is friends with your friends friend but they aren’t really friends, they just get their weed from him. It is all brick and has memorabilia from Bob Marley and sarongs that probably can’t pass an STD test to save it’s life. There is a large map of Catalunya, which is the area Barcelona is part of and strings of different color lights that make the ambiance of the place dim and surreal. The place has a ‘whatever I fuckin trust you man,’ feel to it, and they offer ‘whatever’ sodas, ‘whatever’ internet, ‘whatever’ tea and ‘whatever’ storage space, which means absolutly free.

A majority of the travelers consists of Americans around the age of 23, that are looking for a new experience. Whether that be teaching in England, working, on a round the world trip, or being a famous VJ from India. I heard a rumor I am sharing a couch with him tonight…but not a ‘whatever’ couch, a 20 euro couch because there are no more beds available. Whatever.

The basement is filled with the smell of wine, laughter, applause, politics, impressions of famous actors and stories of adventure. A chess board sits to my right with half the pieces knocked over, I think white is winning.

It is Halloween night, and the Pizza Hut next door seems to be the only one who got the memo. They seem to be having a haunted house…I say the people who choose to work at Pizza Hut are enough for me to be scared of.

But hey, whatever!