So we got in late Friday night and checked in to our very first hostel!! It is surprising that ever other place we have gone, we have been able to stay either friends or managed to find a cheap hotel. We were still very excited slash nervous for the nights we were about to have in Prague's Square Hostel....
Anyway, we got in late and got to our room and learned that we had two other roommates in our room. It was a 5 person room with me, Meg, and our friend Bree from London... Lauren accidentally booked her flight for Thursday April 1st, instead of Friday the 2nd with the rest of us so she was not able to get out till Saturday early, early morning... but yah we had two other roommates in our room. Our hostel mates weren't in there when we got there so we were curious who we would be coming home to, once we back from getting food.
As we strolled through the city, we ran into a group of three American boys. They were trying to get information from us about where a good pub was located, but since we had just arrived, we were pretty worthless. We got to talking and learned that one of the boys was Ali Farokmanesh's younger brother, Charlie. [ A little tid bit- Ali Farokmanesh is a basketball player for Northern Iowa who dominated in the game against Kansas in the first round of March Madness] We got on this topic because Meg and mentioned that she was from Kansas and right away Charlie butted in by saying he was the famous Farokmanesh's younger broha. Quite an interesting run-in.
When we got back to our room, we were sad to see that our roomies had still not come back yet. We were quite nervous for them to come in at night, that we decided to put three mattresses in the loft located right above the two sets of bunk beds. Some one had already claimed the loft area, but we noticed that the clothes looked like a boy who went to St. Louis, so he couldn't be that mad if we moved his mattress to one of the bunks down below. Additionally, we wrote a sweet little note to him telling him how we were excited to be roommates and that we had three girls sleeping in the loft because we were scared and hoped he didnt mind.
FOUR HOURS LATER: we were woken by the note being crumpled up and thrown in the waste basket. The boy was not as friendly as we had hoped and did not appreciate the sweet little note we had left him. He was also was not American. He was dutch. Naturally, the three of us pretended to be sleeping when he climbed the ladder to the loft to yell at us and didn't move a muscle when we angrily got into his new bed located on the bottom bunk.
TWO HOURS LATER ( AKA 5am): We were woken again, but by the note being reopened from the waste basket and instead of the dutchman climbing the ladder, it was the hostel manager who had decided to get in on our little moving session. The manager was able to wake us up and forced us to move all three mattresses down to the spots we found them at and then move dutch boys back up. Not what we thought the first night in a hostel was going to be like.....
Our comfy beds... in the loft

