Saturday, January 13, 2007

ooooh the hostel

It has been the most unique experience staying in hostels.

The wake up call I think is one of the more interesting things we've experienced. Your name and the time you wish to be woken up at is written down at the reception desk and when the hour rolls around you roll over and hear the low voice of the receptionist whistper in your ear, "Señorita... señorita, son las ocho." At first you can imagine the shock and surprise of being nudged so intimately awake by a complete stranger, but after a while the quirks of hostel living become second nature.

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