We had a balcony outside our hostel room, which is pretty rare for our price range. It didn't exactly have a view, but it had a nice breeze to relax in the afternoon sun and read a few chapters of a really shitty copy of Terry Pratchett's Going Postal.
In fact this was the view - the window of the neighbouring building. The sun would hit it differently each time I looked at it, and I instantly fell in love with it.
Yes. I'm in love with a window. But look how dreamy that thing is, seriously.