Confusión.

Confusión.

Confusion. 

I have arrived, safely deposited in Gijón, tucked away in my hostel room. 

I have also arrived in a state of confusion.

I was confused when at Stansted airport my case only 20 kg, instead of the dreaded 27. 

I was perplexed when 2 buses pulled up at the airport and the herd I had gained shelter with (read clung onto) got on it. Which to choose?! (I chose right and ended up here instead of Oviedo.) 

I was puzzled when the receptionist gave me a key and pointed outside of the reception a few doors down the street. Then, when inside the building 'down the street', I was confounded to find no hostel rooms at all, only flat entrances. 

After a big panic in a very small lift I made it to the 1st floor and to my room. Who would have though that habitación 104 meant room 4, floor 1?

Then once in the hostel, I couldn't get out. I was baffled to not be able to open the door, luckily a couple came in after 3 minutes (they must have been confused; why was this person lurking behind a door?), releasing me. 

The receptionist said I just had to pull the handle down (harder obviously). She must have been not only be confused but concerned about me, being alone in a foreign country. With doors. 

After all that, I have also spent 4 hours getting joyfully lost and confused around the streets and doors of Gijón.

However, the main thing that confuses me is why there is a lemon in the draw in my room.