Travel, Hostels and Barcelona
There is nothing better than traveling. Traveling educates the mind, educates the soul; traveling erases boundaries and erases ignorance. I’m not expounding upon anything that hasn’t been said before–after not sleeping for 24 hours, my mind is currently not functioning well enough to give witty opinion on the values of travel.
This writer has just landed in Barcelona, Spain; in fact, I’ve only been in the country for about three hours.Like any other broke but aspiring “youth” I’ve booked my sister and I a stay at a hostel off Las Ramblas in the Quarter Gotic. This isn’t my first hostel experience-I stayed in one in Paris-but the difference is that that time I only shared a bathroom, not a bedroom. There are four other beds in my room–one of which will belong to me, one to my sister when she lands–and I’ve already woken up one of my roommates after bustling in the door with my ten tons of luggage. Yes, unlike most hostel-goers, I do not travel lightly with only a backpack, especially since I am going to Egypt for a month after this.
Have you been to Barcelona before? Have you ever stayed in a hostel? Share your experiences; I’ll try to be on to read and post more during my stay here (can’t ever get away from the computer!) For now, I’ll keep this post short; forgive it’s more personal, less-analytical style. It’s time for this weary traveler to sleep!
If I don’t get back on before New Years Eve, Happy New Year!