Well as it turned out, I wasn’t 21.

 I had a lovely evening with delicious food and great conversation and got back to my super fun hostel around 10 pm, walking past a crowd of punk looking people standing outside a club called coalition… which was one door over from the hostel. My room was on the third floor directly above said club.

This meant that while the bed in my room was decent, I did not sleep even with a face mask and ear plugs.

Eventually the music stopped and I fell asleep… until 5:11, when the sun came up through my broken vertical blinds. 

And that made it a long day, but only because I had to get up and be an adult after 

almost 

being young and wild. At least I was wild-adjacent. This convinced me to take my friend up on her offer of a shared hotel room even though her plane leaves at 7- 

it’s still going to be a late sleep in comparison to last night!

Sleepy start aside, the day was sunny and beautiful. I walked about two hours through the city which was covered with greenery and flowers. 

I roamed through the ivy covered university grounds, and learned new things that I hope will inspire me to new levels of care.

And I spent more time with friends and ate until my guts hurt. Pancet, and adobo and spam fries.

( I found a new love interest in spam fries and I may try them at home sometime soon)

So while I may not be 21, I’m only an imaginary adult for the weekend, and feel like I’m back to the good ol’ days of learning and no responsibilities otherwise

It feels good

Well, except for my guts. I still ate too much.