Triana Backpackers

"You know that feeling, when you just wanna chug whiskey?"
Um, no. I don't know that feeling. The last time I drank whiskey I spent the night sitting on a sidewalk on 50th Avenue daring passerbyes to fight me.
"I mean, like seriously, you know that feeling when you just, like, wanna chug kerosene?"
The house in Sevilla continues to be a Real World-esque disaster. Who made out with whom? Who passed out where? Joe peed the bed?
The hostel isn't much better, albeit at the opposite end of the spectrum. There is absolutely no life here. I have had more fulfilling conversations with a wall.
"Like, ohmigod, you know that feeling, like when you just wanna chug anti-freeze?"
Yes, I absolutely know that feeling. It is a great feeling. It is called being completely out of your mind.
Yesterday my stomach was messed up so I went to the pharmacist to get a suero.
She said, "Mix it with 1 liter of water and then drink it slowly over the course of a day. Don't drink it all at once."
So I went home and mixed it and chugged it as fast as I could. And then an hour later I made another one and chugged that, too. Who is this woman to tell me what to do?
"Ok, Ok, seriously guys. I'm being serious this time. Shut up! Listen! Ok, you know that feeling..."
Oh my god.
"No, no, seriously! Just let me finish. You know that feeling, like, when you just wanna chug cottage cheese?"

I'm going to go drink another suero...


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