A few days later David and I found ourselves on a bus in Seville. As was becoming our habit we had missed our bus stop and now had to wait for the bus to go full circle to take us back to the metro station. We were definitely not walking long distances in this heat (it was 113 degrees outside). Evenly we made it to the metro, randomly meeting a witness in the process, and headed to our hostel. We arrived and were quickly pleased with how nice and cool the place seemed but were quickly greeted with the bad news something had happened the night before and a few of the rooms (including ours) had been damaged to the point that no one could stay in them. So we were given the address of a nearby affiliate hostel that would be putting us up instead. So we braved the heat once again for a relatively short walk only to again be greeted with more bad news: due to the lack of available space we’d have to stay in separate rooms, me in a 4 bed room and David in a six.

We threw our bags in our respective rooms, and headed to the patio on the roof where a home-made lunch was being served to all the guests. Delicious paella washed down with sangria. We made some friends, the most interesting being a rapper from Portugal, with whom we bonded with by knowing the lyrics to several ghetto anthems. He didn’t know much English, and was dressed head to toe hip-hop style, but he thought we were cool and that was enough for us. He even gave me his CD later and invited us to one of his upcoming shows in Portugal.

After lunch (and at my insistence) we decided to do a little bit of sight seeing, all the while trying to walk and hide in the shade. We talked about who our roommates for the night were. I hadn’t seen the three sharing the room with me, only their bags, and from such I figured they were German. I joked that maybe they were the 3 really hot girls we saw earlier at the paella lunch. David on the other hand had met one of the people in his room and was trying hard to figure out if it was a man or woman. At this point he was thinking whatever “it” was, it was trans-gender. Clearly I had to laugh at his misfortune.

Quickly we were overcome by the ridiculous heat and opted to go back to our rooms and take a nap. We parted ways and I walked into my room which had become the living fantasy for a man. The really hot three girls we saw earlier WERE in fact the ones sharing my room. Not only that, but these three were napping in the room, in lingerie. I swear I’m not making this up. Do remember it is 113 degrees outside and my room has no AC…. I said a quick hello and learned that thy were in fact Italian but from the high north of Italy (where it meets the German border) so they speak both Italian and German. Then I settled into my bottom bunk to take a nap. As I lay there, hot girl in the bunk above me, hottest girl (in a thong no less) across from me, and another very attractive girl above her I thought to myself: “There is no way David is going to believe this.” I had to have proof.

So the idea popped into my head to use my camera phone and take a picture on the sly. I had never really used the camera on the phone (it was a pretty old pretty crappy phone) so I worried that it’d make some sort of clicking noise so I decided to test the phone first. I took it out quietly and aimed it at my pillow then pressed the “capture” button. The silence of the room was filled with the loudest most obvious shutter-clicking-camera-noise in the history of photography.

The girl across from me muttered something in Italian or German, she had her back to me so I’m sure they assumed that I had just taken a picture of her in her thong. They said a few more things I was happy to not be able to translate and I sat there feeling so embarrassed and like scum. I quickly tried to go through the sounds on my phone (hoping it would seem I was picking a new ringtone or something) but this really only made it seem like I was now sending the photo out to equally pathetic pervy friends. The worst part was, I still had no proof for David, all I had was a picture of my pillow.

Later that night I couldn’t sleep. For two reasons, one the room was amazingly hot and two I was so preoccupied with trying to NOT seem like a pervert in front of these girls that I just made it more awkward. There was clearly a bit of a tension. David on the other hand, who I had laughed at earlier, came back to his room to find the “it” had gone and he had the big, dark, AC filled, room all to himself. He slept like a baby and ultimately had the last laugh.