|The bed when we arrived.|
Last night I said I might write about La Boqueria Market today, but I changed my mind. Sorry. I need another day at the market first. Besides, we had a bit of a rough evening last night.
We decided to go to bed at 10:30, roughly about the time Alma Afrobeat Ensemble started playing in Plaça Catalunya which is about a half block from our apartment. To add to the fun, there was a second concert by Baloji beginning at 1:30am. Luckily the street cleaners broke up the party at 3:00 or so. That, however, was the easy part.
|The bed after we added the blanket and pillows under it.|
"I think these people bought the old mattress from my mother's house," Mike yelled to me as he went to bed a few minutes before I did. The mattress at his mother's was old, and we rolled to the iddle whenever we slept there.
I got in bed, and sure enough, I rolled to the middle. "Great," I said. I have a hard time sleeping in strange beds to begin with, and one like that would not be fun. "I'm taking a sleeping pill." I take 1/2 an Ambien when I have a really hard time sleeping, and last night qualified. I fell asleep but kept waking up every time I turned because I not only rolled to the center but also because the bed squeaked if you so much as breathed. (Of course, I did have music to entertain me each time I woke.)
"You awake?" Mike asked me at some point this morning.
"Oh, yes," I replied. "It's not too easy to sleep on this thing."
|Mike getting in the smelly elevator|
The worst thing he could have said to me was that he wanted me to help him. If I saw a tear or a dirty mattress, I'd be sleeping in a chair for the next five nights. I knew, though, that I would have to help because he couldn't hold up the mattress and put the blanket down at the same time. (Note: The mattresses here do not have box springs. They sit on slats.)
|Mike enclosed in the elevator|
"It's okay," he called from there. "Come on and throw the blanket under there."
I walked back and looked at the thin blanket. "It's not going to help," I insisted. "Let's put the two throw pillows under there, too." I threw them under and backed away.
"Great," Mike said. "Let's hope this works."
Mike's just gone to bed, and The Jamboree Big Latin Band has started their 10:30 concert in Plaça Catalunya. The second group, La33, starts at 12:30, so the music might not go as long as last night. Since we put the blanket and pillows under the mattress, we no longer have a valley in the middle of the bed, we now have a hill. Instead of rolling to the middle, I'm afraid I'll just roll off of the darn thing.
Luckily European beds are about two inches off the floor, so I won't have far to go.