Junkyard Quote Post Two Week Two

Down past the Metro in Bologna, Rome, there is a small sign that reads "YouthStation Hostel." If you were on the other side of the road, behind the orange trees that sop up the Roman air, you wouldn't see the blue and white. Once you enter the welcome area, a woman with a slightly German accent hands you a paper and asks for your passport, you pay fourteen euro and get a laminated tag with the wifi code and a key. Doors line the hallways of a green building, you pass Asia, North America, Rome. Europe and Great Britain are on the other side, you meet them at the common area where a girl in a pink shirt and black skinny jeans takes a pizza out of the microwave. The woman at the desk tells you that "there is a grocery store down the street" and "you better hurry, because it closes at eight."