The Morehead-Cain

Being the savvy travelers that we are, we booked a hostel online before leaving.

It was so cheap (for Venice) that our coworker assured us we would be ankle-deep in cockroaches, god help us.

It was called the “Hostel Centrale,” so we confidently hopped off the train and commenced wandering around. Surely our “central” hostel would appear within minutes.

WELL….

Thanks to a clutch performance by my Kindle’s 3G connection, we finally caved and Google Maps-ed our location.

The elusive hostel was not in Venice. We were 10.6 kilometers away. It remains unclear what that hostel in fact considers itself central to.

(We decided our predicament was analogous to a traveler booking a room in Annandale, then jumping off the Metro at L’Enfant Plaza and thinking, surely it’s just around the corner!)

But it’s cool, guys; we got this.