The Princess Diaries
Since the beginning of Somnio, there has been a large construction project across the street. For a long time we endured cat calls from the wily security guards and were kept guessing as to what was going on over there. It's a hotel! a mansion! no... it's an art foundation.
So the Fundació Francisco Godia is opening up across the street. A little bit of culture to beautify the neighborhood could be good for business (or maybe just make our façade look dirtier by comparison). Lauren and I were most excited about the possibility of an invitation to what surely would be the black tie opening event. We haven't been flirting with those security guys for nothing!
It seems that once again, our invitation got lost in the Spanish mail. I was over it until I ran into our neighbor yesterday and he told me that the king is coming! I'd noticed that more of the Guardia Urbana were all of a sudden taking their day-long smoke breaks on my block and now that he mentioned it, there were an awful lot of barricades and official tape strung up. He might be on to something...
All day, I monitored the activity in the street from the window of room #9. I didn't want to miss the king! What a publicity opportunity- the King of Spain visiting Somnio Hostels (kind of!). I left the hostel only to spread the gossip in the neighborhood (and I know all the right people for the job- the guy at the newsstand, the lady in the commissary, the other flirty security guard...) and get the scoop. To my dismay, the doorlady at our apartment set me straight.
It wasn't the king. It was the Infanta Cristina. I had to nod and pretend like I had any clue who in the hell that was. Upon googling her, it confirmed my suspicions that she's one of the king's retarded (I know this much from a reliable inside source) daughters.
Oh well. After my shift is done, I might still go home and put a dress on to see if I can sneak in. At the very least, maybe one of the security guards could scrounge up some leftover cold canapés for me. I might find my Príncipe Azul afterall.
Since the beginning of Somnio, there has been a large construction project across the street. For a long time we endured cat calls from the wily security guards and were kept guessing as to what was going on over there. It's a hotel! a mansion! no... it's an art foundation.
So the Fundació Francisco Godia is opening up across the street. A little bit of culture to beautify the neighborhood could be good for business (or maybe just make our façade look dirtier by comparison). Lauren and I were most excited about the possibility of an invitation to what surely would be the black tie opening event. We haven't been flirting with those security guys for nothing!
It seems that once again, our invitation got lost in the Spanish mail. I was over it until I ran into our neighbor yesterday and he told me that the king is coming! I'd noticed that more of the Guardia Urbana were all of a sudden taking their day-long smoke breaks on my block and now that he mentioned it, there were an awful lot of barricades and official tape strung up. He might be on to something...
All day, I monitored the activity in the street from the window of room #9. I didn't want to miss the king! What a publicity opportunity- the King of Spain visiting Somnio Hostels (kind of!). I left the hostel only to spread the gossip in the neighborhood (and I know all the right people for the job- the guy at the newsstand, the lady in the commissary, the other flirty security guard...) and get the scoop. To my dismay, the doorlady at our apartment set me straight.
It wasn't the king. It was the Infanta Cristina. I had to nod and pretend like I had any clue who in the hell that was. Upon googling her, it confirmed my suspicions that she's one of the king's retarded (I know this much from a reliable inside source) daughters.
Oh well. After my shift is done, I might still go home and put a dress on to see if I can sneak in. At the very least, maybe one of the security guards could scrounge up some leftover cold canapés for me. I might find my Príncipe Azul afterall.
posted by Lee @ 8:15 PM
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