Now, I wouldn't say that I was hesitant to embark on a hostel adventure; weary might be more apt. Either way I knew that I would eventually know the feeling of a mixed dorm, shared bathroom, multi lingual lifestyle. I just had to find opportunity and motive. And who better to do that with than Mr. Traveler himself.
We decided to do the ultimate traveler move and just find a hostel when we get there. We had looked up a few places to get the lay of the land, but ultimately we were to rely on his passable Italian and my sense of direction.
After arriving in Florence we immediately set out on our journey, looking for doors that could also be hostels. I was no help with this because I couldn't figure out how to differentiate between a place of business and a BnB. Once we got in the swing of things a lovely pattern started to develop: hit the buzzer, door opens, walk up at least 2 flights of stairs, asks for vacancies, get rejected and walk back down. Now, this would have been fine had it not been for the 30-40 lb bag on my back. After hearing no from the third place, I had to start waiting at the bottom of the stairs until I got the green light. It finally came at a place called David's Inn.
David's Inn is exactly what I needed my first hostel experience to be. It's fairly well groomed, a good size, and disease free. In our 6 person mixed dorm there are 3 other people here... All men. Another American and two Spanish speakers (I finally get to show off). Nobody snores and they are all very nice. For a cherry popping experience, I must say we done good.
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