The pizza was cooked on a grate over a small fire on the ground and we sat on logs. There was no electricity and no running water (thank god I didn't have to pee) and everyone was playing music. I felt like I was truly and deeply living in a cliche--and then they sang a Bob Marley song (!). It was fun, though, and the pizza was damn good.
Anyway, pics:
Me, Cecile, and Mallory:
Our hostel, El Diablo Tranquillo:
Our room had an nice private balcony with a hammock:
View from balcony at dusk:
Out Friday night with Cecile and Johnathan, a friend from school that we hang out with a lot. He is from Scotland.
With the hostel dog, Bart, who was pregnant:
Last but not least, the hippie pizza bbq in the woods with our new friends:
1 comment:
El Diablo Tranquilo! What a great name for a hostel (or anything, really).
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