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[just-inn]

Traveling with Art Just Inn featuring @phoebedreamy | | | #standbyme #youarealwaysonmymind #justinn #justasinn #justinnhongkong #justinntaipei #正旅館 #正一旅館 #travelwithart #arttravel #artislife #lifeisart #noartnolife #travelasia #arthostel #arthotel #arthub #hoteldesign #hotelart #taipeihostel #hongkonghostel #hosteldesign #hostelart #designersroom #designerslife #artistlife #globetravelers #travelaroundtheworld #welcometohongkong #welcometotaiwan https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfn9z2WPNvm/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mercedesbird]

All done! This door behind the bar is in partial shade right down the middle during the day so I played with that duality. Thank you for letting me make my mark! @chillouthousekohlanta #painting #mural #travelingart #artandtravel #hostel #hostelart #hostelpainting #chill #kohlanta #thailand #southernthailand #homeiswhereyoupaintit #travelthailand #acrylic #acrylicpainting #whimsicalart (at Chillout House) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsSDRA7hHUT/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1n4vbahzniesg

[nileshartist]

Colorful Memories A day at the Pashupatinath Temple in Kathmandu, Nepal @flockhostels #art #artforall #streetart #publicart #muralist #travelart #travelartist #streetartnepal #pashupatinath #shiva #culture #flock #flockhostels #hostel #hostelworld #backpacker #hostelart #nepal #kathmandu #asianpaints #nileshartist (at Kathmandu, Nepal) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGqkHQ0hJSq/?igshid=1r3lrn7ebe2ll

[bradtrek]

#hostelart (at Vientiane, Laos) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2D-vFShLC3/?igshid=7ssbbhuum1b2

[tpihostelschile-blog]

Gracias @artgordo Por hermosear a nuestra princesa Insolente 👸🏻 #hostelsantiago #hostelart #funhostel www.tpihostels.cl (en The Princesa Insolente Hostel - Santiago)

[hostelvienna]

Hostel Guest Thank You-Art :D

Thanks to our guest Dokyoung Kim for the nice artful Thank-you note! :) We are happy you liked staying with us!

[danestravelblog]

Buddha I channeled on a wall in a cool hostel in Mysore, India. Sometimes it flows, learning how to build a connection with that space.

[tabithecat44-blog]

I Stayed IN the Alcázar Palace???

Okay, maybe, but hear me out!

I took the Renfe train to get from Madrid to Seville, Spain, and I met a Seville native on my way out of the train.  We sat next to each other the whole time, but didn’t say a word to each other until he got up as our train was coming to a stop.  He left his phone on the charger at his seat!   I hoped he was only going to the bathroom to soon return.  But people were exiting the train and he still wasn’t coming back!  Being the type of person I am, I wanted to stay there until he came back to make sure no one took his phone, or to know if I should take it with me to call him or someone in his contacts to return his phone him.

Luckily he came back.  As he approached our row I stated, “You know you left your phone here.”  That began our acquaintanceship.

Since he was a native, I thought I’d pick his brain for some instructions on how to get to my hostel.  He said he knew exactly where it was and that his hotel was in the same direction, so he’d take me halfway there.  I took him up on that offer and we sped through tons of cute streets lined with small shops all around.  We went so fast I had no sense of direction, and would not have been able to trace my steps back if I tried.  Each window I glanced at (as I raced by) was filled with trinkets, fabrics, and edibles that just screamed “You cannot find me anywhere else”.  I wanted so badly to stop and purchase these things, but I couldn't lose my guide who, if I didn’t know any better, would have thought he left cookies baking in his oven that he just had to go save from burning.

When we got to his place, he said he’d drop off his bags and would continue taking me a little bit further, but that he had a meeting at 1:00.  Our train arrived in the city around 12:15 and we ran through the city for about 20 minutes, so when we got to his hotel, there wasn’t much time left.  He offered for me to come in

“I’ll wait out here”, I said nervously.

He eagerly replied, “No, come in, come in”.

I don’t quite know how to describe what happened next.  I didn’t want to go into a room with a man I didn’t know.  Somehow, my body managed onward.  Looking back on it now, I think I was thinking I would have another chance to say “No thanks, I’ll stay down here” when we got to the front desk to check in.  There was no front desk.

We got in the elevator and... I was actually calm.  I was expecting sweaty palms and a racing heart, but I just stood there, thinking about how stupid I was for letting myself  get trapped in an elevator with a man I didn’t know.  But I wasn’t afraid.

The elevator stopped on the second floor.  We got out, and surprisingly, there was a man waiting for us with a key to let him into his room.  Okay, so if you haven’t figured it out yet, this wasn’t a hotel, it was more like a set of apartments that get rented out.  Anyways, he unlocked the room door and we all went in.  Suddenly, my mind was at ease.

“If this dude tries anything, there will be a witness”.

Of course, 30 seconds later, the witness left.  So then I was trapped in a room on the second floor with this man I didn’t know.  Then I started to get a little scared; still not to the extent I should have been, but fear was there.  I didn’t really “feel” the fear, but logically, I knew the situation I was in could have potentially not been a safe one.

He said he had to use the bathroom.  For the few minutes he was in the bathroom, I was thinking to myself “Should I just leave?”  “What weapons will he walk out of there with?” “What if he’s actually a nice guy?  I don’t want to insult him.”  I started seeking out large sharp objects in his room and evaluating potential exits in case anything WENT DOWN.  I looked out the window and it had the typical, yet in this case unfortunate, window scene of Seville.  My view boasted a few white walls and windows to the other rooms.  So no escape there.  And of course I was not on the first floor, so the window above the sink was probably a no-go too.

He came out and sat down at his kitchen table.  He pulled out the map they provided to guests and showed me where we came from and where I was going.  He then wanted to show me some of the odd furniture they had in the apartment, but I was hasty to get out.  He heard my urges to leave and we journeyed back outside.  He walked me another block or two toward my hostel and stopped at a bar.  He offered to buy me a beer, but I turned down the offer since I don’t drink.  He rushed off to his meeting, but made me promise to meet him at the same spot at 9:00 P.M.  I never saw him again.

During our time together he tried to tell me that the hostel I was staying in used to be part of the palace. When I inquired for an explanation, he said he would tell me more later.  Since our time together was so rushed, and since I never went out to see him, I never got the details.  However, I did visit the palace and concluded his claim was not too far fetched.  First of all, the palace was only a few blocks away from my hostel, and it was first made in the 11th-12th century.  Other parts were added in the centuries following it, so it’s very possible that at one time it did extend out to where my hostel was located, even if it was temporary.  Second, the streets around my hostel were the same as the streets and flooring as some parts of the castle!  I probably would not have noticed this if I had not been warned about the fascination previously.  The streets farther away from the palace did not have the same make.  The fourth photo I’ve included is a photo of the inside of the castle, but it is also an example of what I saw in the streets near my hostel.  The third photo is the tile on the bottom of the wall of my hostel.  Also eerily similar to that which was placed all over the castle.....

When I asked the kids who worked in my hostel if they knew anything about it, they all said they had no idea.  Then again, those kids were all from different countries only visiting for a few months.  I’m pretty convinced it was in fact a part of the castle at one time.

Want to check it out and decide for yourself?  It’s called the Kitsch Hostel, I’ll leave a link down below.  And make sure you go on the rooftop AT NIGHT.  The second picture in this post was taken from the rooftop and features the Alcázar palace lit up in the dark.  Truly memorizing.  Make sure you check rooftop hours when you get there, though.  I think they close it at 9:00 or something.  Probably to stop people from sleeping up there.  Between the views and Seville’s climate, anyone would want to.

The hostel was among the best I’ve ever stayed in.  Clean, and the staff was amazingly friendly.  They keep the front door locked, so it’s safe too.  Make sure you bring a lock, though; all of their lockers are designed to function without a separate lock, but they’re all broken, so you’ll need your own.  You can’t flush toilet paper down the toilet, but that nighttime view of the palace is worth the stay alone.  The front desk typically closes at like 9:00 or 10:00, but the night I stayed, a guest said they’d be coming in late. so the employees decided to keep the hostel open all night long; so nice.

http://sevillakitschhoste.wixsite.com/hostelart

[just-inn]

A little bit raw, yet sentimental @justinnhongkong @yint___ | | | #standbyme #youarealwaysonmymind #justinn #justasinn #justinnhongkong #justinntaipei #正旅館 #正一旅館 #travelwithart #arttravel #artislife #lifeisart #noartnolife #travelasia #arthostel #arthotel #arthub #hoteldesign #hotelart #taipeihostel #hongkonghostel #hosteldesign #hostelart #designersroom #designerslife #artistlife #globetravelers #travelaroundtheworld #welcometohongkong #welcometotaiwan (at Just Inn) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfTjH9uvRal/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mercedesbird]

Almost there! #painting #art #mural #luna #moon #hostel #hostelart #travel #travelingart #🎨 #kohlanta #thailand #thaiislands #travelingartist #homeiswhereyoupaintit (at Chillout House) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsQUjAPhM-5/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=sg11h4khum92