After getting off the train in Sevilla, things didn't seem like they were going to get much better. The directions the hostel gave were shoddy. I couldn't find the two alleged buses that went near the hostel. I asked close to ten people, and no one knew where these supposed buses were. Then, when I called the hostel to ask them what was up with their directions, overwhelming static impeded our communication. Eventually, I threw in the towel and took an 8 euro taxi to the hostel. No, 8 euros isn't going to break the bank, but I was annoyed to spend an unnecessary 8 euros on what I felt was the hostel's mistake.
Eventually, when I reached the hostel, I was carrying major baggage. I had severely over-packed my backpack; plus, I was still carrying around my resentment and anger about the entire past two days. I was in a mood!
There were no signs of my luck turning around. The hostel was in total disarray. Nothing seemed to be working efficiently and in an organized fashion. It took the girl forever to check me in. I handed her my money, and then, someone else came and asked for something and she helped them. Then, told me some more things about the hostel. Moments later, a group arrived at the hostel and she had to show them in. All I wanted was to put my self-inflicted, ridiculously heavy bag in a locker, and sleep or explore, but definitely not just stand there while she tried to check-in myself and four French people at the same time. I was at absolute boiling point, jaw locked, fists clinched.
As I faced the desk, probably staring a hole through the receptionist, out of the corner of my left eye, I noticed someone walking down the stairs. I looked over and saw bare feet. I continued scanning upwards. Bare muscular legs, hawaiian print underwear, t-shirt, HOLY GOD, beautiful German looking, half-nude guy. I can't be certain, but I definitely think he was backlit, while a church choir sang that angelic "AHH" note, and for those 5 seconds life slowed down. He had a fantastic, broad smile. I started to become internally giddy, thinking, "No way! NOOO WAY! Yes, yes, thanks Higher Beings!"
I couldn't help but gape at him. He stood on the bottom stair and kind of leaned towards the desk, and said in perfect English with no audible non-native accent, "Excuse me. I've managed to lock myself out of my room while I was taking a shower. Do you have a spare key?" Unfortunately for him, but definitely not for me, the woman didn't speak much English at all, prolonging the process. It took forever for her to even grasp what his problem was. But where was he key? Well, why was it in his room? Why can't he just get the key? An extra key???
No matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop gawking at him and what's worse, I couldn't erase the huge smile across my face. He looked at me several times, smiling his amazing smile and nodded, as if to say, "Yeeeppp.... this is awkward." The receptionist had to call her boss and more time passed. He turned to me and said, "Sorry to interrupt." I wanted to say something like, "They've sent you to me! *crazy person laugh* You are meant for me!! HAHAHA *twitch, twitch* You're... MINE!"
Finally, the girl brought a box to the desk, and scooped up, no joke, about 14 keys and ungainly dropped them into his cupped hands. He stared at them in disbelief, as did I. The girl said, "One of those might work." I let out an audible burst of laughter, and still smiling like an angel, he glanced at me, and we understood each other. He found that as utterly absurd as I did. How could things be so disorganized?
He retreated up the large staircase, and I happily watched his blue and green Hawaiian undies climb the stairs. Uhhhh, I mean... pshh, I don't know what color his underwear were... that's weird, right?... I also noticed he wore a gold necklace... I know, >head hung<>
For a bit, this definitely increased my mood. I still had to wait ten more minutes before she would finally finish the check-in process. In the meantime, the tall, gorgeous half-nude guy descended once again, but this time wearing jeans to accompany his t-shirt. I looked at him, then at his pants and did this joking, shocked expression, head tilted, mouth open number, like I was saying, "Oh!!?? You wear clothes!???" The insane part was that he seemed to understand exactly. He smiled and looked down and did a shoulder shrug that said, "I know, crazy!?!"
He returned the keys, explained that two of the keys had worked, thanked her, and vanished back up the stairs again. I couldn't place his accent. American? No.. please God no! (that would ruin all the fantasies I had just concocted during his departure) Australian, English, ermm, Dutch, German? He looked northern European for sure, and I was convinced he was German, mainly because I wanted him to be.
From that moment and for the following hours, all I could think about was this half-nude mystery guy. It was all so coincidental. Too coincidental. I was hoped with all of my might that this wasn't his last night and that somehow I would manage to see him again. I just had to. I just had to!
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