After our night with the random Costa Rican family (who spoke zero English, but we were able to communicate enough to find out that the Mother's name is Maria, and for her to point us in the right direction to a soda (mini cafe / shop) for dinner) we were able to check into our hostel, The Toucan Hotel.We based our entire holiday on the Lonely Planet guide book, and it highly recommended The Toucan. Once we arrived, we knew why.
The Toucan is by far the most hippie-esque place we stayed. The staff were laid back and super friendly, the common areas were brightly decorated with art, and if you couldn't book a room, they rented out hammocks for $4 a night.
Yes, this is a horrible photo of me (which I didn't know was being taken - Thanks, Kyle) but it gives you a better idea of the decor of the place!
This is where we spent our night at the Toucan. $6 got us the Treehouse, which is equipped with hammocks. We went back and forth trying to decide if we should set up our tent, but after a few drinks decided to be adventurous and sleep in the open. (A decision I would later come to regret, as I slept for maybe 2 hours. Kyle loved it.)
We happened to be staying there on a Saturday night, which is their weekly Jam Night. They brought in guitars, a drum kit, keyboards, conga drums and mics, and they owner & staff had a blast rocking out while guests and locals enjoyed beers at the bar. Kyle and I made friends with the bartender, Bob from Arizona, and he kept us in drinks all night long - Rum and vodka from water bottles he'd brought in with him in a backpack. Kyle took advantage of the night to enjoy the cigar Adam had given him as a wedding gift! 
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