The happiness of being back at the hostel !

Hostel friends (Photo by Chang Duong on Unsplash)

I miss the hostel…

After those few days of solitude, when on Sunday Alessandro, one of the Italians wrote to me to tell me that they were joining me at the beach, I was overjoyed.

The reunion was warm, they seemed just as happy that I was there! We spent the afternoon on the beach, swimming, chatting, confiding.

How good it is to find the energy and atmosphere of a group again.

We extend the evening in an Indian restaurant, then a little at the inn. I’ve taken some pictures of the hostel, so that you understand that here, it’s a bit like a big house, a big roommate, where people come and go, but many stay for several weeks or even months.

The least cosy corner: the box office

The entrance:

My favorite place is the patio, where I start and end all my evenings:

And the living room and the kitchen:

There you go… This is my house at the moment. And frankly, even though it’s not the best place to sleep and I’m kind of living out of my purse… I’m happy here.

It happened to me several times to feel a real happiness to be there, to laugh, to exchange, to exist with people I don’t know much, but who appreciate me and with whom I already manage to be myself 🙂 .

More info about this hostel :

https://www.spinnershostel.com.au/