This is the last of a four part series on a 24 hour relationship I once had while traveling. You can find the other parts here:
The 24 Hour Relationship (Part 1)
The day I met an American in Amsterdam
The 24 Hour Relationship (Part 2)
A Long Day’s Journey into the Night
The 24 Hour Relationship (Part 3)
An evening in the Red Light District in Amsterdam
Part 4 — the end of a relationship
The next morning, I awoke next to Jenny on the small single bunk bed in my hostel room. We were on the bottom bunk. I have no idea who slept on the top bunk but they rolled over frequently, the bed springs creaking each time.
There were beds for fifty other people in that big room. The sounds of snoring, packing and whispers filled the room.