And just like that, I’m back in the hostel swing. Constant, chaotic energy. Even in the calm moments. People in and out, going on adventures, playing beach volleyball, trips to surf, going on hikes. Already the battle in my head begins between forgoing experiences in order to sit down and write, or forgoing writing in order to experience things to write about. Oof. A great battle. beach volleyball day hostel pool party I stand in the kitchen, waiting for water to boil, and chatting with the people who work here. La Redonda. I’ve booked three nights rather than committing to the whole five I have free before my friends arrive next week. boards for rent at La Redonda I sit, first morning at my new hostel, eating my eggs and salad for breakfast, no clue what my plans are for the day. The three guys next to me, two brothers and their friend, are talking about walking to San Pancho (official name - San Francisco), which is the next town over. It’s meant to be smaller and less touristy...