I tried not to trip on the cobblestone streets as I walked through Poland. It was late at night and I had my huge backpack on, making me a vulnerable target. It marked me as a tourist plus I couldn’t run with it dragging my ass down.
I couldn’t find the front door of the youth hostel. This was in the 1990s before smartphones made everything easy. I’d been traveling through Europe on my own for weeks and had discovered that most hostels had strange entrances off the beaten path. You can think it’s either nuts or brave, but I didn’t even carry a travel book back then. I would just trust that I’d run into someone cool who would advise me on where to stay next. I can’t believe I did that!
I started to get nervous. I couldn’t find the entrance and it was getting later and later, so I broke down and asked someone for directions.
They looked at me quizzically and pointed right behind me at a huge well-lit building that looked like a hotel.
Ahhhh, THAT is my hostel! It wasRead More