Fun in Malaga

So I headed towards the coast a few days ago to the town of Malaga. It was pouring down rain. So I had to walk about 4 miles with a poncho on to find my hostel.

I arrived to find my name scrawled on a chalkboard under a big welcome sign. I felt special. The hostel was directly across the street from the beach, and the room had balconies overlooking the Mediterranean. Not bad for 12 euros a night.

I walked into my room to find four of my roomies lazily lying in bed. So I did my best to rally the troops. There were three Canadian guys, two British girls, and a little Dutch girl. The hostel really did live up to its name- The Melting Pot.

Everyone was friendly. We went to the nearby grocery store and got a ton of frozen pizzas and cheap Spanish beer, then went back to devour our feast.

Later, we all decided to go out on the town. We were definitely a sight to see. The night ended with us walking home and each singing our countries' national anthems at the top of our lungs. Brilliant.