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Enjoy your food.

My stomach rumbled at the amazing smell and because I couldn’t wait, I dug in. The flavors were like fireworks in my mouth making me groan. I should have been embarrassed, but I couldn’t care less. The market noise fell away as I ate my paella, leaving nothing but the shells.

Moving seemed impossible with how much I had eaten, but the people waiting for a table pushed me to wave down the server for my check.

“How was it?” she asked in Spanish, dropping off my check.

“It was the best paella I’ve ever had,” I said, handing her my card.

“It is the best!” she said. “Are you in Spain for the festival?”

She pulled out a portable card reader, swiping my card.

“Festival? What festival?” I asked, intrigued.

“There is one in Barcelona this weekend.” She handed back my card and the machine so I could sign. “It’s the biggest music festival we have in Spain. We have artists from all over the world.”

“That sounds amazing,” I said, handing her back the machine. “I might have to check it out.”

“Oh, if you don’t have a ticket you might not find one, they sell out fast,” she said frowning.

“What’s the festival called?” I felt even more determined to look.

“Bailar Barcelona,” she said. “I hope you find a ticket.”

“Thank you!” I said, pulling out my phone to research the festival.

“Hi.”

I saw one of the girls I had seen earlier right next to me.

“Sorry!” she said in English.

“Oh, it’s ok,” I said, putting my phone down. “Can I help you with something?”

“We didn’t mean to overhear, but are you looking for a ticket to the festival?” she asked.

“Yeah. I’m not here for the festival, but I've never been to one and I figured, why not.” I smiled.

“Well, our friend can’t make it and we have an extra ticket,” she said.

“Really? How much?” I almost squealed with excitement.

“We paid three hundred Euros for the multi-day pass,” she said, showing me the ticket on her phone. “It’s Friday, Saturday and Sunday.”

“Sold,” I said quickly. “How would you like me to pay you? I can send it from my bank.”

“Perfect,” she said as we exchanged info.

I sent her money and she sent me the ticket. We talked for a bit as she gave me the rundown and told me if I couldn’t find accommodations or wanted to hang out to call her. The other girls waved to me as I left, saying they hoped they saw me. As I left the market I circled back to that one little shop to buy another outfit for the festival as I booked my train and tried to look for a place to stay.

By the time I made it back to my hostel, I had looked all over the place for somewhere to stay, but the closest hotel was an hour away and the thought of paying a lot for the hotel and transportation made me nervous. Maybe the girls' offer for accommodations would suffice, it was only for a few days and I couldn’t wait to experience my first festival. This was what this entire trip was supposed to be about.

8. Matteo

What does she have that I don’t...except great tits…and that ass.

The scenery was gorgeous as we took the train to Barcelona. Levi was typing away on his computer, biting his lip as he pushed his glasses up his nose, looking adorable. When did I start seeing Levi as adorable or even sexy?