My friend and I stayed in a couple of hostels in Costa Rica. Rugged dormitory beds. Cold showers. Sleeping in a room with strangers. Stretchin’ your dollars. It was heaven. I wanted to spend time living in discomfort. I wanted to live simply and remove the conveniences from my daily routine. You share a room with five others. The shower is covered in sand. Your pillow is completely beat. You have peanut butter and banana sandwiches for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It really makes you appreciate all the things you have back at home with your family. You become grateful for all the little things. Your bed and blanket at home now feels like sleeping on a cloud. You shower and actually feel clean. A bagel and coffee becomes luxury food. The moments the rotating fan blows on you is pure bliss. We take so much for granted, and until we put ourself in a situation where you only have the bare minimum to go through your day, you feel completely grateful for everything you have back home. I was stoked just to stay in a place that offered nothing but other interesting travelers and good conversation. There were empty hammocks all throughout the hostels that allowed myself to nap and write in my journal. I enjoyed the slow pace of life there at the hostels. It was a getaway from the daily routine we get ourselves caught up in. It was a chance to reflect and just enjoy the moments throughout the day. We met many amazing people who were just so stoked on life. The simplicity and the good vibes surrounding the hostels definitely added new perspective on how to go about your own life.