February 3rd

Alright where do I start? Well first of all i am typing on a french keyboard and all the letters are mixed up so this is going to take me longer than I thought. In the Madrid we had the most awkward breakfast of my life. Haha Tammy and I were in this tiny TINY kitchen where ¨breakfast¨ was served  at our hostel. When we first went in two Asian girls were eating there quietly with the selection of croissants, muffins, cereal with warm milk, and left over jam flavors that nobody likes fro, a hotel. Then a french guy comes in and says ¨good morning, buenos dias, bon soir (doesnt that mean goodnight?), or whatever.¨Now its already pretty tight in there. Then an old spainsh guy comes in with his greased back hair and his bathrobe on and ,ight I add he took up half the kitchen so now that tiny kitchen is packed with everyone weaving around eachother to get what they want, eating in awkward crowded silence. (hilarious I had to keep myself from bursting out laughing) After our awkward breakfast we made our way to the grocery store stocked up on bread, cheese and mini olive oils. We decided to just start going to the airport because we had to figure out the metro and how to get there. Good thing we went pretty early because it took quite a long time but we made it. Flight from madrid to parid was fine but we soon found out that we flew into the outside of paris so we ended up taking about an hour bus ride into the actual city then had to figure out the metro again to get to our hostel. We found our hostel went up to our room and there were 2 people already there. By their stuff we thought it was two guys. I started laughing out loud out of sheer uncomfortanleness (probably not a word...lol) just by the thought of us and two other guys in this tiny room. But it ended up being a guy and a girl from australia . Very nice people... so thats good! The room was a little sketchy but good roomates so thats an okay second experience with hostels. 2 down 1 to go!