Under the Yellow Spell
By Jamil
The Yellow is a magical place. I’ve only been here 5 days, a fact I keep forgetting, as it feels like so much longer. Drinking, dancing, and exploring has contributed, but without a doubt the people who stay and work at the Yellow are what bring the magic to life. When you step into the bar, you’re stepping into a unique comradely, like you’re all instantly in on the best inside joke ever. I’ve met some of the most endearing and gorgeous human beings while ordering a drink, had an in-depth conversation about the best movies of all time while waiting for the bathroom, and saw the Vatican with a girl I met in the elevator the night before. There is no pretense, no need to be anything other than yourself here. The single most common conversation I have with people is their decision to extend their stays; not wanting let go of the feeling they’ve tapped into. The Yellow is a home. A crazy drunken home, but a home nonetheless. A lot of people travel to find themselves, while others travel to lose themselves for a little while. The trick of the Yellow is its seamless ability to allow you to do both.