Travel Blog: The Drunken Hungarian and the People I Live With

So I´ve been completely sick for the past couple days but decided to go enjoy a night out with a few people from the hostel. Afterall, it was free admission and a free drink to a local reggae club and I rumor has it that whiskey is quite good for a sore throat... :) So we arrive like typical Spaniards at 12:30(in the morning, sorry Mom...) and ít was kind of overwhelming. After grabbing a drink with this English bloke Matthew Snape (Yes, like the Harry Potter character. According to him, his family is/was the inspiration for the Snape character. But can you really trust an Englishman? The answer is "no" by the way...). We ended up talking for a while, hanging out, talking to native spaniards and enjoying the live music and DJ. After a while the drunkest Hungarian comes up to us. Now, I´ve only met one other Hungarian and he wasn´t drunk at all, but for the sake of the story, this particular Hungarian at the bar was THE DRUNKEST HUNGARIAN I EVER MET! And he was pretty drunk. He didn´t speak English and his Spanish was at the 202 level at best and made even worse by the incredible slur and thick Hungarian accent. Being as sick as I was, I could barely stand being in the bar let alone being clung to by an insanely unintelligible drunken spanish speaking hungarian. Fast forward 2 hours later...

The Drunken Hungarian (from here on out to be referred to as The DH) wanted to dance. Mierda. How do I get myself out of this one? It seems that the only thing The DH wanted more than a dance with yours truly was a cigarrette and I happened to know just the place for him to smoke- outside, without me. So I led him gently to the exit. Close one. Fast forward 6 minutes and one cigarrette later...

He´s baaaaccckkk. And so the night went. I´ll spare you the details of how amusing his dancing was but finally it was 4:00(again, sorry Mom) and this American needed sleep. So I get rid of The DH tell Matt it´s time to go and leave. But who comes running up, seemingly out of nowhere... THE DH. Fortunately, I am a ninja. And in the DH fled for his life after threatening his life. Apparently he was smart. :)

Aside from this event, Spain has been very laid back. I´ve been trying to sleep a lot and just eat delicious food. I´ve been meeting some fabulous people here in the Hostel and basically just throwing myself into hanging out with people. Lots of different cultures and backgrounds. It´s just really interesting to sit around the kitchen and chat and stuff. I suppose I´ll list the most important characters if you will of my story so far...

1: Mary, Adriana and Alice: They were here when I first got here. Americans studying abroad in Dublin. We got along famously for the time they were here and they have invited me to Dublin! Which, of course I´m taking full advantage of.

2: Rachel: Also an American, studying in Madrid though. She´s a long term-er like I. She´s been here a month before I even got here.

3: Warren: An English guy, who is a bit older than the rest of us, I´d say... late 30s? He´s fabulous and I´ve been spending tons of time with him. He lives in Madrid but is sort of transient and is waiting for his apartment to become available. I may end up renting his apt. from him. He´s fabulously gay. :)

4: Jessica: American, from Arkansas doing a Eurorail trip all around Europe. She´s incredibly loud but she is so nice and is kind of an angel- she works with kids who were like victims of rape and stuff. It´s incredible. Today was her last day.

Those are the main players. There are others but I haven´t spent much time with the rest.

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