A whole new world.
Meeting friends in Valencia, Spain.
I woke up early on Sunday and got ready to say goodbye to hostel life for a bit. It was only appropriate that in between packing my bag and checking out I went to take a shower but instead found a girl passed out between the two stalls. I decided it could wait.
I needed to meet up with Ali and Andrew and Jaime at the apartment we’d be renting together for a week.
After getting our keys and unpacking our bags, we got sandwiches. We went grocery shopping. We laid on the beach. We splashed in the waves. We got tapas. We watched Aladdin. We made dinner.
It’s weird how you can, in actuality, hardly know someone but at the same time feel like you’re meeting with old friends.
Jaime and I only actually met for the first time when we happened to be in Brussels at the same time a month ago. And I’d only met Ali and Andy at the TBEX convention in June. But we’ve all talked on Twitter for much longer.
Though, in the scheme of things, not very long at all.
