Berunes Hostel
Anyone who knows me, also knows that I have a penchant for staying in hostels on my vacations. It’s not that I despise the luxury of a hotel – though I do live the greater portion of my week in a hotel for work. Usually, the remote places I visit only have hostels, private inns, and camping as options. I’ve stayed at all shapes and sizes of hostels – mountain huts, urban bare-bones dorms, lighthouses, beach houses, a converted apartment buildings – but Berunes Hostel is probably the most quaint and relaxing one thus far.
Yes, you have to share a bathroom. Yes, most of the rooms are dorm-style. Yes, the beds and floors creak with almost any movement. And yes, there’s a few strangers walking about. However, the hostel was converted from an old farmhouse with the charm to match. You have unobstructed views of the ocean, sheep grazing in green oceanfront pastures, and prominent alien-looking mountains as a backdrop. You sleep with down comforters and pillows – Scandinavian style – and there is no TV or internet… and yes, that’s a damn good thing.
If you choose to eat breakfast at the hostel, present a spread of the usual – coffee, tea, OJ, toast, cereal, yogurt… but my favorite of all – fresh crepes!
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