Mi Tiempo en Costa Rica: Roughing it

Thank God I went to camp when I was younger. I've spent many a summer at camps either being a camper, or a volunteer, and this weekend made me realize how much I appreciate that.

This weekend a lot of people from my group and I went to Puerto Viejo to enjoy the beaches, and attend the Carnivals that were an hour away. However, some people had some problems with the conditions of the hostel. Here's a quick description of the hostel:

-It was HUGE. It housed hundreds of people. It's hard to imagine that being true, but literally this place had three different huge outdoor hammock rooms with at least 50 hammocks that a person could rent for 5 dollars. Also there two floors of tents that people could rent, and 6 different cabin like rooms varying in number of occupancy. Along with all of that, the hostel had a campground for people to bring their own tent with them. This weekend, the hostel was completely booked.

- The hostel is entirely decorated with paints, mosaics, random artifacts, and more.

-The weather in this area was super hot and humid, and the place in general was sandy

-The kitchen was less than sub par

-The bathrooms weren't the cleanest

-Last but not least, the water wasn't potable, so forget about quenching your thirst on a whim.

So that being said, I managed just fine. Sand in the bed? No worries, brush it off. The waters not potable? No worries, we'll just cook everything. The showers filthy? Wear shoes. There's mosquitos and bugs in the room? Eh, wear bug spray if you want. Okay, so that sounds a little cocky. I really do have my limits, but I like to think I can handle enough. It was actually really fun cooking in the kitchen with hardly any "usual" items. Also, the water wasn't potable, but I still rinsed my carrots in it and just shaved off the outer skin with a knife.

The hostel was really cool though, take a look: