The day after my first lonely night in Cusco, I walked up to the hostel and met some of the other volunteers. Immediately I decided that I needed to move there, due to the extreme, and this is a bit hippie-ish to say, but I´m a little bit hippie-ish, good vibrations I felt there.
Moving out of Señora Aldé´s home was easy as pie. She made no fuss about it, and I got the feeling this kind of thing happens a lot. In fact, the girl that moved into my room after I moved out already lives in the Hostel.
The Hostal is a very strange and wonderful place, which are my only two requirements for living situations. Rather than try to explain it with words, I thought I´d do a little photo essay on why I love it here. Enjoy.
These next few pictures are chosen to give you a feel to what it´s like to live in my room, one of the only singles in the hostel. Each room at this place has a weird theme, such as Tienda De Magica (Magic Store) or Escuela (School). My room is Pintor (Painter), the theme of which is reflected in the strange and unsettling art on the walls.
Now let´s go to the bathroom.
Coming later: the courtyard, the kitchen, the dog.