Next stop was Pigeon Point Lighthouse. I think these hostels are such treasures, to be able to stay in beautiful places for a bargain. After a giggle fit with Elias, one of the hostel workers, Sparrow, convinced us to go in the private hot tub while she stayed with Elias. You could tell it meant a lot to her, and we were certainly glad to enjoy the outdoor tub at the top of a craggy cliff and listen to waves crashing. We stayed up with Sparrow for awhile and listened to her tell her own story: she was working at the hostel as away to life at a place she loved and was attempting to write a book. Her own son had died of cancer when he was twelve. It was a remarkable story and one of those reasons why its nice to stay in hostels, in close proximity to others. One of the downfalls of hostels, however, is the thin walls which meant that the next morning everyone was commenting on what a happy baby we had. They had heard his giggle fits.



Serious Elias.



Giggly Elias.





Pensive Alison.



Happy Family.