I walked into Spartacus Boutique Hostel for Men with some trepidation. It’s the “H” word: hostel. I always associate the word “hostel” with youth, and I feared that at age 42, I’d be the creepy old man staying in a six-bed dorm.
My excitement diluted some of the trepidation, though, as my hostel was within viewing distance of the glistening sea in Mexico’s Puerto Vallarta. It was on a street packed with bars, restaurants, and a large theater known for lively shows. A Madonna tribute act was recreating moments from the iconic Blond Ambition tour during my stay.