Started to look up the address to the hotel so we could find our way there and realized that the reservation was for TOMORROW night, not tonight. Slight panic until I opened my hotel booking app and found tons of available hotels. Booked a cheap hostel with a private bath, and we took off to the metro station to get downtown. A couple of train changes later, we found the street the hostel was on, but couldn't find the building. A kind english-speaking woman observed us walking up and down the street with our backpacks and luggage and offered to help us. She found the building for us, but there wasn't a sign outside, so we went into the lobby and found the sign pointing to the second floor. Hostel Rosa Dura.
Our room wasn't ready yet, so we left our luggage in the office and went in search of breakfast. I was running on fumes and really needed to sleep by now. So we took off walking around the neighborhood to stay awake. We found a nice park and sat on the park benches with the old folks and winos. We watched grandparents bringing their grandkids to the park to play. And the HUGE pigeons.
Finally, it was 11am and we returned to the hostal.
The hostal was a clean bed and private bathroom, and nothing else. That's all we needed because I needed to collapse - I was so tired. I undressed and hit the bed. Slept the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon. We woke up and went out for supper and then took the metro to the waterfront to find the tourist information center. We got maps and tourist information and then went back to the hostal and crashed.
Frank's cold was alive and well in me. I was really feeling rotten. Woke up coughing and hacking several times. Not a good night.
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