It Was the Right Bus

I am now ensconced in my hotel In Tineo. Stef suggested I stay in Madrid but I had already bought the tickets and booked this place. It’s very different from my last place.

The bathroom almost makes up for the bed, which is as hard as a rock. (The picture of the bed won’t load for some reason.) Had I the money, I might travel with my own mattress. I’m glad I’m a) exhausted and b) the possessor of sleeping pills. I’m gonna need ‘em. I hope the beds are soft at Stef’s place.