Dad: Did you check for bedbugs yet?

Me: No! (I stop what I’m doing and walk to my bed.)

Dad: Though in a place like this, I doubt there’s a problem.

Me: Yes–I’ve heard that bedbugs look at how many stars a hotel has and choose accordingly (as I pull up the sheets of one corner of my bed.)

Dad: Smart @ss.

Me: Oh! This place has the mattresses encased in plastic.

Dad: That’s good, right?

Me: Yeah. (But I check all seams for the telltale signs anyway.)

Dad: If your bed doesn’t have them, then mine is probably fine.

Me: Yeah — I’ve heard that if there are two beds in the room, they only invade one of them.

Dad: Ok–that’s enough out of you.

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From the outside, you might think they’ve hidden Dad and I up in the maid’s quarters (we have those two windows in the upper right— maybe you recognize someone waving from one of them?)

But then you see the inside and you remember we’re doing the King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella version of the Camino de Santiago 😁

For $80 a night, any pilgrim can feel like a king or queen. (I think our hiking gear spread about the room gives the place a certain je-ne-sais-quoi. . . )

If you’d like to feel more like a pilgrim, you can stay in the hostel for $7.50 🙂

Just remember: bedbugs don’t discriminate.