One of the great goals of my life is to age gracefully. Not the kind of grace that includes pleated pants and Bridge parties, but the kind where when people meet you they say, "You're old enough to have grandchildren?" or, "I hope I can still do the electric slide like that when I'm your age!".
Golden Oldies (GOs) like my future self are not in every hostel, but they ARE on the gringo trail. Whether they waited until this stage in life to travel or they are logging their hundredth country, GOs can often be recognized by their coat of armour, head to toe performance wear. You know what I´m talking about (cough, mom) quick dry pants, money belts and a sock/sandal combo.
Age is just a number, no doubt. It does make me wonder, for my own future as a GO, when is it no longer appropriate to stay in a hostel? Sure, hostels are affordable, a great place to exchange information and network with other travellers. They are the best, in fact. Maybe it's when every clever reference you make in a common room exchange is met with blank stares or polite laughs. Maybe it's when you realize you could have given birth to the person sleeping in the next dorm bed. I don't know.
But lets be real here, as far as backpackers go, I AM sometimes the most golden in a group. Believe it or not, 27 can be ancient in some hostels.
God willing, I will sashay into my late years with friends of all ages, continuing to learn on a daily basis and still treating everyday as an adventure. Viva Golden Oldies!
Besos,
Yesh
God willing, I will sashay into my late years with friends of all ages, continuing to learn on a daily basis and still treating everyday as an adventure. Viva Golden Oldies!
Besos,
Yesh
