I had only my own navigation to guide me (which isn’t always accurate).
after all, I could have been in much worse.
but, let’s be real-
who really wants to sleep in a sweaty arm pit?
so, I made my own bed
(hostels do not prepare the bed for you, in case you didn’t know)
and settled my things.
We quickly started chatting.
it was nice to have some company in a foreign country.
and I soon learned one of the great things about hostels- in most cases, they are full of travelers or people from other countries.
It was a little less lonely.
After a sampling of the local beer that Bamberg is known for and sausage and pretzel for dinner, we headed back to the hostel and I slept just fine in my bottom bunk bed-
that is, until smelly guy across from me woke us all up at 3am.I was, and still am, a little proud of myself for venturing out on my own.
And although I still prefer real hotels to hostels, I am so thankful they exist.
It may have been my first hostel experience, but it was not my last.