My new friends and I spent the next while chatting, joking, and teaching each other the most-important phrases in English, Spanish, and Gallego (the language of Galicia.) It had gotten dark, and I was really enjoying myself, as they were all very friendly. I was also, it appeared, becoming quite drunk.
As the stars began to twinkle in the sky, Delfi got a twinkle in her eye and asked me, in English, “Do you want to go to an Infinity Party?”
Do you want to go to an Infinity Party?
I stumbled into the tiny village of Campobocerros a short while later, unsure if I’d hung my hopes on yet another town with no inhabitants. But I found a bar that was open, and asked inside if there were any rooms. “No,” they told me, “but go over there, allá, they should have rooms.”
I walked into what must’ve been the happening spot in town, if you could call it that.
Another Bustling Metropolis