I was
really excited to finally be in Oregon so I told my parents they could leave.
We said our goodbyes and then moved into the hostel (Hostels are AWESOME). We
walked to a pizza place down the road and got to know each other a little. We
refrained from sharing our whole life stories since we knew we were going to be
together for the next 55 days. After pizza we went down to the ocean and took
our first group picture.
On our walk back from pizza we ran
into a lady (a crazy lady). She told us how dangerous the highways were and how
hilly It was. She advised us to not go biking. I don’t think she understood
that the only way out of Oregon, for us anyways, was via bike. We put together
our bikes. I had already assembled mine with the help of my dad, so I mainly
just watched the others. It was pretty funny to see how little we all knew
about our bikes. It made me feel a little better.
That night we played a few games in the hostel, a little Pictionary action, which eventually just turned into charades. It was a great ice breaker and I learned that none of us were really that artistic. I enjoyed the first night in the hostel, but I would soon learn that I was really going to miss that hostel.
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