This is a catch-up post...
I am a big fan of youth hostels. I have enjoyed my experiences at both hostels I have been at so far, although I will say that the Polish girls I roomed with last night were a little cold. But, that is beside the point. What makes youth hostels so nice is the fact that they are full of youth who are all slumming their way through Europe. One is surrounded by young/youngish people who are either studying, taking time "off", or just starting their careers.
Imagine my suprise, then, to find after arriving back to my dormitory room late one night that the term "youth" is sometimes stretched to the breaking point. Here's the story:
So, as I said, I arrived back around 10:45 pm and crawled into bed after a day full of site seeing. Just about midnight (according to my trusty ipod), I heard one of the most ghastly sounds I've ever encountered coming from human. I mean, I was torn between reaching for my earplugs and calling an ambulence. It was just a terrifying series of snuffles and snorts and other "snoring" sounds. Really bad. Anyway, I put in my earplugs, focused on the rain sounds, and mercifully drifted to sleep.
The next thing I know, it's 6 in the morning and I can hear a baby crying from the other side of the wall. Well, I thought the baby was crying on the other side of the wall, then I took my earplugs out--the baby was IN THE ROOM.
Why in the freaking world would you bring a baby to a hostel?!? I mean, why would you inflict your crying baby (and, as it turns out, your snoring mother) on perfectly innocent strangers? I'm sorry, I just don't understand. I will say, this: after over-hearing the trio's breakfast conversation, which involved plans to go camp out on a beach in Norway to greet the summer solstice, I was a bit less confused about the kind of person who stays with a baby in a youth hostel...
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