It's been one of those good-to-be-a-hostel-owner mornings. Despite the extra strain on the bathrooms that the bunks have added, I think they also take our average guest's age down by about 10 years and add a lot more of a social atmosphere. We've got some really friendly people staying with us now. We've got two really nice guys from Paris staying with us, which is refreshing after we've had some not so great experience with previous guests of that nation. There's a Japanese guy on an around the world trip that loves Barcelona so much he's visited the last three years in a row.

Then there's the photographer who has photos on display next to Man Ray in a galllery in town. He arrived wearing an "Impeach Bush" shirt so we were a little wary. He seems like a really great guy. He wants to take pictures of Lee and I and submit our story to the New Yorker, which is kind of a laugh.

Everyone who checked out today had complimentary things to say about the hostel, which is a nice change of pace from yesterday when the angry Belgian lady mumbled (presumably mean) things in a mix of languages she knew I couldn't understand as I helped her with her bags. I'm not sure people who haven't heard our story understand how personal Lee and I take negative critiques. Constructive criticism is one thing. But I'm learning slowly to block out irate, crazy ranting with a smile on my face.