Discovering my hostel in Malaga

First Night 

As I settled into my room and sleeping hub yesterday, I met the girl in the bunk below mine in the 8–10 person dorm. She’s about twenty, from Finland, and traveling for two weeks to escape the minus 20°C winter back home. She told me she does this every year. Last year she was in Málaga too, and today she’s moving to a beach-front hostel because it’s quieter there.

We exchanged stories about Finland, and somewhere in the conversation I discovered she’s a Pisces—just like me—with a birthday only a week earlier. Of course, she’s also a true HSP. Some things you just feel instantly.

As we were chatting, another person arrived and settled into the room: a guy from Italy, here in Málaga on a four-day break. Brief introductions, easy energy. These small, transient meetings are one of the quiet joys of hostel life.

After unpacking my bag and organizing my corner of the room, I headed for a shower and discovered how well set up this hostel actually is. The night itself was… very hostel-like: rummaging roommates, one dedicated snorer, and waking up with sweaty armpits. Still, in the morning I realized—this might actually be the perfect place to stay and work.

The huge kitchen has two big tables that double as quiet workspaces, plenty of plug-ins for charging batteries, and a calm enough atmosphere to focus. If the Wi-Fi holds up, I’m set.

At €21 per night, it’s doable to stay here longer. I could look for a room somewhere else, but that would probably mean a deposit and more hassle. I’ll think about that tomorrow.

For now, I’m enjoying working from the kitchen, admiring the marble tiles on the staircase, and grabbing some food from the café buffet downstairs. I’ll figure out how to pay them later.

For now—this place works.