Even traveling around Europe after college, I had trouble coming to terms with the idea of staying in hostels. Too high a risk of bedbugs; too close to other people's stuff; too close to other people in general. There were a million good reasons to pony up for a proper hotel or skip the hostel-requiring itineraries entirely, and I used all of them. So it's with a little irony that, nearly a decade later, I've come around. Hostels are good now. What a world.

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