Hostellife – part I
I admit my last article is some time ago. The reasons for that differ: on the one hand I work now and not so many interesting things happen and on the other hand I’m stuck in all the daily routines as I now have a place to sleep and I’m part of a well-going social group. I sleep every day till midday and go down into the lobby and have my breakfast served. Everybody who knows me knows that I usually don’t sleep that long but the weather in Valencia, madre mía, never less than 12 hours. Ricci said the same. We are eight volunteers working in the hostel now of which three leave till the end of September. Despite or maybe because of the cultural diversity it’s a nice squad. There are Ricci from Germany, Ada from Iceland (nobody can pronounce her real name so it’s Ada), Jana and Marina from Slovenia, Nico from France, Cameron from South Canada (aka ‘Murika) and Liz from New Zealand (her accent is reason for some of our jokes). So far everything’s pretty easy. Except for once I usually