The first hostel of my trip was a place called Home Hostel, in Lisbon. And every night, the owner’s mother would cook the guests a traditional Portuguese meal that we would eat together in the dining room. Hostel-wide events like dinners, bar crawls, and games do wonders for bonding together a group of strangers from a wide range of cultures and countries, so I always look to stay at places that run events like these.
The second picture is Mamma’s chair, where she sits most nights, lecturing people on the (extremely important) differences between Spanish and Portuguese food.
The second picture is Mamma’s chair, where she sits most nights, lecturing people on the (extremely important) differences between Spanish and Portuguese food.