Day 26 (sort of): What We Learned in the Last 12 Hours

In the immortal words of Danny Glover, "I'm getting too old for this sh*t."

Up until last night, we've been backpacking in style. Yes, we have one backpack with everything we need for the month; yes, we do laundry every few days (most days if you're obsessive compulsive like myself), but we stay in hotels. Names you'd recognize, hair dryers, minibar, towels, chocolate on your pillow.

We packed shampoo, sandals, towels, etc., because we knew we'd be at a hostel for two nights. ...make that one night. One night bunking it up with six girls who were getting jazzed up to go out when we were getting ready for bed (at 11:30 mind you, not that early!) was enough. We may look 21 (fine, 18), but after years of travel and work, we don't need to sacrifice a decent night's sleep for a few bucks.

So here we are, at a nice hotel down the street. Squeaky clean, relaxed, and ready for a new day!