December 19. 1:17 a.m.

We arrived at Spain a few hours ago, and I'm exhausted. A 17 hours trip from Detroit to Barcelona, and then two more hours from the airport to Pontevedra, plus almost an hour to get to the hostel in which we will stay.

At least, Phichit and I will share a room so it won't make me uncomfortable to be around other people or a sick one. A couple of guys look awful! With his red and teary eyes, and pale skin, it's almost scary. It's a shame, they're gonna miss the first stop of the trip.

The hostel is small, warm, with big walls and a huge garden and balconies that give you an amazing view of the city. It's a family business. Juan and Maria are the owners, and their grandson, Peter, take care of this place.

It reminds me of my home.

I'm going to call Mari later.