$30 for a private room. 10 feet x 12 feet, enough to salsa in the middle if the mood strikes. A huge window overlooking the beach. A fan to catch the salty breezes and send them directly to my nose. A double bed, comfortable, with no bunk above; I can and will stare at the deluxe wood ceiling for quite a time. Added bonus: I can sit up without bumping my head.
And that’s not all. A private bath. A hot water shower (this I will believe when I feel it — show me the hot). No noisy flocks of 20-something girls, not Brazilian, Argentinian, Swedish nor American. Nothing against this demographic, but after so many days of it I need a break.
I feel like this is a reward for every good thing that I have managed to do in my life.