A big group of us from the hostel decided to go to a Reggae party that Anna from Australia had heard about. We left early to have some drinks on the patio first, but we ran into the Reggae guys on the way and they invited us back to their place for a couple drinks.
Well, it turns out that their place was actually a converted store front down a small alley in the Barri Grotic. So, imagine 10 or so naive hostellers who barely know each other going into this place. As you can see from the picture, the walls were water stained concrete and there was a tent (yes a tent) in the middle of the room that served as a bedroom...and yes that is a blue umbrella perched on top of the tent (thanks for the pic Miha, I would never have been able to describe this!).
We all sort of looked at each other like we were entering into the set of "Hostel 2: Rasta Revenge!", but as it turns out, our hosts were incredibly kind. They went out and bought fruit and drinks for us. One of the guys (in the camo shirt and straw hat), who we only knew as Rastaman, talked to us Canadians about how much he loved the winter and snow. He even showed us a picture of himself on a ski slope somewhere in Canada, which was pretty cool except that he was wearing a giant spiderman mask in the picture...
And the woman was an artisan (you can just barely see her in the picture, sitting beside Karin in the red shirt), she made leather crafts and fabric/leather masks...she proudly showed us everything that she made and they were beautiful and unique. Karin, bless her cotton socks, bought one of the masks.
I'd like to say that I can roll with the punches, but despite our hosts being so generous, I just couldn't get over the randomness of the whole situation. I wasn't alone though, we only stayed about 20 minutes, then all at the same time there was a collectively unspoken decision that it was time to go...and we all went to a patio cafe in Piazza Nuova for some Sangria and Beer.
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