The first hostel I stayed at in Madrid (I think it was called Mufasa?) was clean for the most part. Breakfast was included (which was actually just toast and jam). The only thing I didn't like about it was the bed, which was extremely uncomfortable. I don't think I got a good night of rest there (plus, Steph talked in her sleep).
The one in Amsterdam was like a hotel. It was spotless, modern, and there was even a flat-screen tv in our room.
When my friends and I book hostels, we try to find the cheapest ones with ratings above 80% on hostelworld.com.
The people you meet at hostels deserve another blog entry. There's so many characters from all over the world. Some nice, some rude, some drunk, some inspirational.
The Makuto Hostel in Granada reminded me of the Berkeley hippies.
It had its own bar.
And delicious meals every night for 8 euros.
We had "homemade paella created by this Vietnamese man born&raised in Germany all tatted up and barefoot." (quoted Tina)
the stove
Hammocks. They ask that we "remove our shoes for hygienic reasons before using the hammocks." I feel like they might as well ask us to shower first before use.
Hang-out spot with DVDs, books, and hookah.
it even had a tree house!
our room.
The kitchen. free coffee and tea all day!
"the cave"
Speaking of caves, this is the receptionist. Another guy who works here told us that the receptionist lives in a cave 15 minutes away. A CAVE. all of our faces changed from confusion to shock to awe. Apparently the caves are public and anyone can live in them, you just have to hold down your fort every now and then. There's no electricity or water, but it stays relatively temperate all year round.
So we were imagining a brown cave, like the ones you see in cartoons with cavemen.
We took a walk to Sacramonte to visit these caves.
They actually look like this. with doors and windows.
This was a bit closer to what we imagined.
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