This morning we woke up, ate some more bread for breakfast, as usual. I am never going to eat bread for breakfast again after this trip. If you are what you eat, I am a piece of toasted bread with jam.
Today we decided to do some museums and search the city for all the Goya we can find. First we went to the Palacio Real to check out the apparently gaudy rooms. It was quite interesting and just as gaudy as described.
After the palace we went to the Teatro Real and ended up on an hour long tour with a little old Spanish woman. It was interesting but definitely could have happened in 30 min. We had some girl in our group who was writing everything the guide said in a little booklet and kept asking her to repeat herself. Finally the guide told her to look on the internet and stop asking questions. Way to lay down the law!
Once we finished the longest theater tour ever we headed off the map to a little church where Goya's tomb is. Neither of our maps have the church on them so we kinda wandered around until we stumbled across it. You weren't allowed to take pictures but in typical Allison style, she snuck some while the guard was away. Now, for your viewing pleasure:
Thennnnn we headed to find more Goya as the Basilica but sadly, after walking probably 5 miles to get there, it was closed during siesta time. Ugh. So we headed home to rest for a few hours.
After a short break we walked down to Goya Street and did some shopping as usual. We need to fill our bags up while we have the chance!
We got a late dinner and walked back home to hop in bed and get a good nights sleep. Little did we know, we were about to have the worst night ever...
I would like to preface this: if you are squeamish, pregnant, have heart problems or become nauseous easily, stop reading here.
I warned you.
Here it goes.
Around 2 am our two female roommates return from some club they decided to go to. I (Anna) am awake and see them come in. One girl is very drunk and has to be assisted while changing clothes and getting in bed. This is pretty funny to watch while I pretend I'm actually looking at my phone. The lights go out, Allison is sleeping soundly and I'm drifting off when I hear a loud 'plop!'. Our drunken roommate has fallen out of bed. Her friend gets up to help her but to no avail and ends up leaving her on the floor. Her head bangs up against my bed when she rolls around but I eventually fall asleep.
Around 4 am I find myself strangely woken up and am not sure why...the room is dark and I am suddenly overwhelmed by the worst smell I have ever smelled in my life. In my half asleep state I rack my brain to try to figure out what that smell is. I look around and can only see that the drunken roommate is now off the floor and in the bathroom. I decide to turn my flashlight on to figure out what is happening and as I do so, my light lands on an impressively large pile of poop. On the floor. In the middle of the room. That's right, our roommate pooped. On the floor.
What are you supposed to do in this situation?! I sit there in shock for a little while then finally decide I have to wake Allison up. But I have to be quiet! I grab her phone and open the little iPhone notepad and write 'i am pretty sure our roommate pooped on the floor.'
I go over and tap her arm. She wakes up startled and then reads my message. From then on it becomes a sort of blur. By this time, drunk girl is back in bed. We sit there messaging each other back and forth for a while. We message Suzanna for advice who says to wake her up and make her clean it up. About an hour passes as we decide how to handle the most awkward and strange situation of our lives.
Finally we get up and go down to reception. It's around 5:30 now.
We now have to tell reception we need a place to sleep because our roommate pooped on the floor.
They kindly give us a new room after a few shocked looks and we go there to find a snuggling couple in the bunk bed next to us. At least its not poop.
We get to sleep for a few hours and in the morning it feels like a dream. That is, until we return to out room that smells horrible still but strangely the poop is gone and nobody says anything to us...
So yeah, that happened.
And for this of you who still don't believe it (I didn't really this morning), here is a picture:
Well...as the saying goes, shit happens.
Sorry if we have offended anyone, we warned you. That story couldn't remain untold. Maybe you understand the chapter title now...