miami

have to do a bit of back-tracking, as i'm often too lazy to type down my oh-so-important thoughts. 

we moved on to miami and have been staying in hostels. i have a good amount of experience with hostels, having stayed at them extensively in europe and central/south america. hostels in the u.s. however, are new to me. for the most part, hostels are hostels, but some certainly are more hostelly than others.

when preparing to do a bit of travelling taking a quick look at the hostels i'll be staying at online usually helps to get me geared up and excited. i like to travel with little or no plans and it works well as long as you know how to get to the next hostel. there you can meet people and figure out what you want to do for the day. you unload your backpack and create a miniature catastrophe of your belongings on the floor, next to all the other traveler's little catastrophes under the dorm beds. you share a room with 6, 8, 10, 12 people and share a bathroom, probably don't sleep well but don't care.

so with this mindset ang and i get to a hostel in south beach and i start to feel old. oh no! feeling old! let me preface this by saying, i do not typically feel old, nor am i particularly worried about age. i'm not currently in the middle of a quarter-life crisis or concerned with where i should be in my life at this point. i'm too old for that. 

the only thing  is, i look like i'm 27. it's clear that i'm not 19. or at least it's clear to those who are 19 that i'm not 19. but being around a bunch of raucous college aged kids isn't what made me feel old. it's that i was just not interested in any of the people at the hostel, young or old. i may be a bit jaded by travels, but simply being from denmark is no longer enough to make me interested. and certainly the fact that you like drinking natural light, shouting, saying "fuckin'" during every sentence and passing out in the lobby does not interest me, even if you are from cleveland. 

ok, so i'm being an old man. but even the pain of feeling old can't make me act like a douchebag.

so that was pretty much the hostel scene in south beach: party time. this isn't to say i don't like party time. i certainly do. but i'm glad the word douchebag is in the vernacular so as to specify the party scene i do not appreciate. 

we did move to another hostel though, and even with construction and remodeling going on all day, starting at 8, it was more peaceful, with less douchbaggery. 

miami though is pretty cool. you can walk around and there is a good, lively feeling wherever you go. there is a lot of spanglish going on, which i think is great. it''s funny to witness a conversation that actually has alternating sentences between english and spanish by the same person, and have it move along seamlessly. 

 

i'll post some photos later.