"Pollo" momentos

The past few days have illustrated the need for more sleep.

• After meeting some friends for dinner at 11pm on Wednesday night in Palermo, I got a taxi back to the hostel. I attempted a hybrid Spanish/English conversation with the driver. As I paid and got out of the taxi, the driver suggested that I get Spanish lessons... a confidence booster - I think not.
• By the afternoon of the following day (Thursday), my lack of sleep resulted in laughter for my fellow classmates. After our Profesor asked me what I liked about Buenos Aires was (en Español), you could hear the cogs in my brain tick over as the words 'Me gusta la pollo en Buenos Aires' (The like the chicken in Bs As). It amused everyone, but maybe not my Profesor. Hence the 'Pollo' moments.
• Of course rather than sleeping after the 'Pollo' Moment, I went out again with 2 of my fellow classmates that evening - John de Norway & Per de Suiza. We planned to have a big night, but instead we met up with 2 awesome Canadians, then went back to John's hostel where we drank beer on the terrace under the stars and full moon. Pretty much a perfect evening. By 3.30am I had fallen asleep on the bean bag and decided to go home. Forgetting where I was and only being 7 blocks from my bed, I found myself walking there. About half way, I realised how tired and that this was probably the stupidest thing I had done so far. Bs As is not the safest place... and not at night. Luckily I blend in somewhat with my dark hair and not so pale skin. Alas I did not feel safe. Next time I will just cab it... even if its 2 blocks.
  
• Due to not knowing it was Easter, I was going to have to change hostels for the next night as I didn't book ahead early enough. So the next morning at 9am I got up to check if someone had canceled for the evening and if I could stay. As I waited at reception, an English girl tried to pay for her accommodation only to find out that she had already done so the night before in a drunken state. I had a bit of a chuckle to myself. After finding out someone had canceled and I could stay:) I proceeded to climb the stairs back to my bed. When I go back to the room I noticed one of the guys had switched beds - while I thought this was odd, it was not uncommon. I also noticed in th 15 minutes I had gone, someone had already claimed my bed. I thought that was rude, but was to tired to care. I then went to my locker only to find it completely empty. My stomach dropped. Where were my bags, my passport, my laptop and my wallet? Trying to stay calm, I started to madly run around the very small room through other peoples bags and lockers. I was then going to wake up my new Chilean friend on the bunk above me to see if he had seen anyone take my stuff, when I thought to myself he looked different. I stopped. I walked over to the door and opened it, only to find on the front of the door it read '43B'. Realising I had walked up an extra flight of stairs and entered the weird and wacky clone world of my room 33B, I picked up my stomach off the floor and headed back to my bed one floor down. All my stuff was there, just as I had left it. A day of much needed sleep followed.