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April 24, 2009

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Sara: What happens in Puerto Rico stays in Puerto Rico.
Aimee: Mumbai changed her perspective on life.
Clare: Nightmare travels in Romania.
Heather: Discovered an interesting culture within a culture in the U.S. in a small town.
Renee: Her greatest hits in travel.
Shannon: A walk down memory lane back to when summer vacation was the only thing on a kid’s mind.
Lydia: A wild Brazilian goose hunt all for a tambourine.
Abby: Her very exotic travels in…Canada!
Lauren: You won’t believe me but her adventures involve a bidet shower and alpacas.
Emily: An actual travel story in Chile, finally!

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Since this group blog post is a pretty open theme — Travel Experiences — I’ve decided to post mine on the hostels we stayed at while traveling through Costa Rica for two weeks. I actually took this from the travel blog I started specifically for that trip.

Hostel Warm Water. We gave it that name, because after visiting about ten other hostels in Costa Rica, its the only one that has had warm water.

Hostel Towels. A giant fan is installed in each of the rooms so high that you can’t change the speed it’s set at, and the speed it’s set at is HIGH. It’s like having your very own personal tornado in the room. The hostel does not provide you with blankets or sheets to use against this force of nature, so shivering and freezing cold, S. and I slept covered up in only our towels…still slightly wet from our showers, how pathetic is that?

Hostel Broken Bed. Not as dirty as it sounds, we weren’t doing anything naughty when it broke. We arrived at Playa del Coco after a long day of traveling and headed to a hostel recommended by a friend. Some friend he turned out to be! S. was so excited to lay down that he collapsed on his bed the minute we got in the room. That very second the entire thing came crashing down to the floor, completely falling apart. No problem, S. is a construction man, he knew how to fix it. He put the bed back together and lo and behold, as S. went to take a shower I sat down to read a magazine, and the second my butt hit the mattress, I too hit the ground. Fatties! We changed rooms and get beds that weren’t broken. End of story.

Haunted Hostel. Returning to Iberia where we had already been once and had stayed in Hostel Towels, we decided not to suffer again thinking it would be wiser to go somewhere else. WRONG! Walking up to a quaint looking building, some very nice Costa Rican girls showed us to our room where we had a bed complete with a mosquito net. Exciting and tropical right? The place looked a little old in the daylight, but charming nonetheless. Later on that night we were to think otherwise. Nightfall hit, and suddenly the old run down statues in the patio looked like evil gargoyles, suddenly the hostel’s one other guest, who during the day we thought had just been eyeballing us a little too long out of curiosity, was suddenly transformed into creepy guy lurking and staring at us, the flickering candlelight in the wind was just too much. I could practically feel the ghosts breathing down my neck. The wind howled and the walls creaked. The bathroom was outside, a little ways away from our room and after showering I was almost too scared to leave the bathroom alone to walk back to the room. Fortunately S. was too scared to be in the room by himself so he was already on his to look for me. Surprisingly enough, when we woke up in the morning nothing looked so scary anymore and we both realized we’re nothing more than giant wimps!

Hostel de la Gran Perdida (the Great Loss). At our most upscale hostel we thought everything was perfect. A giant TV, air conditioning, cheap prices, comfortable beds, clean showers, a good atmosphere(so good people didn’t even leave to go out to bars, they just hung out at the picnic tables out front), we could not have asked for more. Things were going smoothly until one day S. asked casually, “Have you seen my bathing suit Kyle?” No, I had not, we looked for it all over our room, asked the cleaning ladies if it had been left in the bathroom, asked the front desk if it had been turned in to the lost and found, all to no avail. S.’s beloved red bathing suit had been stolen! NOOOOO! Tears formed in his eyes as the reality that his bathing suit was lost and gone forever began to set it. “It was more to me than just a bathing suit,” he said tragically, “I will never be able to replace it.” We left the Hostel of the Great Loss in mourning.

*Edited to add: To this day S. is still upset about the loss of his bathing suit. He refuses to buy another, and that’s his excuse as to why he never uses the pool at our building. Please note, this trip was 4 years ago.

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Comment by Cincinnati Chile — April 24, 2009 @ 8:22 am

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maybe you need to get him some new speedos to go along with the gadget from your best gift ever post! to give him time to get used to them before your crazy world trip…
the person that stole them must have been either naaaasty or really desperate though!

Comment by amy — April 24, 2009 @ 8:27 am

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Mine is up. I did worst travel experience EVER. http://claresays.wordpress.com/2009/04/24/chile-group-post-worst-travel-experience/

Comment by Clare — April 24, 2009 @ 10:14 am

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Amy’s must think alike because that was my thought exactly. Sounds like I need to be choiceful if staying in a hostel.

For some reason the bathing suit reminded me of when I had my laundry done at a hotel in London along with my S.O. at the time. The laundry arrived and I have a thing with smell- so I picked up the first thing on top and held it to my nose and smelled it. My S.O. is like “what are you doing?” I looked at what I was holding and it was men’s underwear. And then to my horror he said “It’s not my underwear.” I kindly returned the underwear to the front desk. Hopefully that guy got them back and didn’t feel like they were “irreplaceable” like S did with his suit.

Comment by Cincinnati Chile — April 24, 2009 @ 2:14 pm

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Oh gawd, if only I made my blog of terrible experience of British guest houses public haha.

Comment by Anonymous — April 24, 2009 @ 2:44 pm

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Mine is up. I just did a greatest hits kind of post.

http://rms81alreves.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-why-i-travel.html

Comment by RenÃ©e — April 24, 2009 @ 3:05 pm

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hahaha. the disadventures of costa rican hostels. more to come on this topic at some point in the future…

Comment by Maeskizzle — April 24, 2009 @ 4:16 pm

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Mine’s up!!!

So S really won’t buy a new swim suit?? He hasn’t gone swimming in 4 years?? Have you tried to find something similar to the ones he had to replace them?

Comment by Shannon — April 24, 2009 @ 5:32 pm

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up, mine’s

hahahhaa. my security word is PRECRAM

Comment by lydia — April 25, 2009 @ 8:06 am

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mine’s up (a little late).

Comment by Abby — April 25, 2009 @ 1:21 pm

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I eventually got mine up at a new blog I’ve seperated from my personal/family one.

elgrumpytoast.blogspot.com

Comment by Lauren — April 27, 2009 @ 1:26 pm

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I FINALLY posted! Yay!

Comment by Emily — April 29, 2009 @ 4:30 pm

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sounds like place to me. I think I have to check it out D

Comment by munkki — May 4, 2009 @ 12:05 pm

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