Backpacks dropped,
boots still dusty from the road
We’re travellers,
chasing maps all over the country’s soul
But tonight we pause,
all gathered in one hall
La Feliz hums loud — the best place to be,
after all
Guitars trade stories with strangers turned kin
Cheap wine,
warm laughter,
the party begins
Bunk beds wait,
but nobody’s sleeping yet
The hostall’s heart beats in bass and booze
- by Callie Jordaan
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