Turns out my hostel is pretty sweet. It's called the Flying Pig and it's in downtown Amsterdam. When you first come in the door, you are in a common room with a pool table, a bar/check-in area, and a few bar tables. Everything is dark wood and colored glass. Past the bar area is a room especially for smoking. The rooms, bathrooms, toilets, and kitchen are in the other direction. At the moment, I am sitting at one of the smaller tables, drinking some coffee and enjoying the atmosphere. The music is semi-loud and a mixture of American, Jamaican, and Dutch, the people are all about my age and enjoying themselves. Plus, there are all sorts of festive decorations. Some Christmas lights are still up and for some reason there are about five lamps of different
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