I stumbled into my hostel after marching through Barcelona heat with a 25 lb backpack strapped on my slouched shoulders. I was Eurotrip-level hungover. So was my Brazilian friend, Mel, who threw her head back as she walked, circled sunglasses blinding her face from the sun.
A few days earlier, I met some very attractive Australian boys in San Sebastian.
Author’s Note: God- don’t you love when stories start with cute Australian boys?
Author’s Note #2: Sorry dad.