John Sendrey
Google
In San José's embrace, a hostel stood, In the Wind, they called it, a traveler’s wood. On January's first, beneath the sun's bright ray, I found my rest, if only for a day.
"Ocean As Well," my room's poetic name, With comforts plenty, it lived up to its fame. A bed so vast, where weary limbs could lay, And artful towels, in floral display.
The kitchen buzzed with travelers' delight, Labeled shelves and pens to keep it right. A "Free Stuff" box, a communal treasure chest, Though some old morsels could be laid to rest.
Morning brought a pancake, smiling bright, Apples and bananas, a whimsical sight. Coffee flowed as freely as the breeze, A carb-filled start; perhaps some eggs, please?
Common spaces, where stories intertwined, Outdoor tables, lounges, all designed For friendships formed beneath the open sky, As time danced on, the hours drifting by.
The bathroom offered all that one could need, With water warm and pressure guaranteed. A fan above to chase the heat away, And outlets plenty for devices' stay.
Marc, the host, a man of structured grace, From Quebec's land, he managed this fine place. Some might find his manner somewhat stern, But in his care, the hostel's virtues burn.
The neighborhood, both safe and full of cheer, With malls and buses, all were near. A minor note: the screens could use repair, To keep the bugs from dancing in the air.
A power outage caused a brief concern, The electric door, a lesson to discern. But all in all, my stay was filled with light, At In the Wind, where memories took flight.
So if you seek a place where travelers blend, In San José, where journeys find their end, Consider this humble, welcoming abode, A peaceful haven on life's winding road.