Vic, Spain: a small mountain city with people from all over the world. Walking to and fro ALL DAY LONG from the primary schools to the charming coffee shops. Because Vic is so itty bitty, our options for living this month was a hostel. Hesitance was something we confronted with this news.
As we entered the hostel the first night, we encountered an interesting odor that smelled like dead fish and farm land combined. (I know, weird). As we looked around at each other, we tried to remain positive. I mean, we are in Spain!!!
So, off to our room we went. We entered our room and instantly opened the window to air out the smelliness and allow some natural light into the room. We began to unpack our things and make our beds--trying to make the hostel feel a little less bland.
Fast forward three nights later....
Here we are, windows open and natural light beaming into our room. We have a new scent diffusers that make our room smell like "daisies," says Rach. Our groceries from the local Supermarket are up on our shelves and our Bibles, books, and journals are surrounding the room. Thankfully this mini, hostel room is becoming a comfortable home for the three of us.