If I had a nickel for every time someone told me I should write a book. A book about our lives in the hospitality industry, I’d be a wealthy woman. Well, no, actually, I’d have about $1.35 in my pocket but you get my point.
If you’ve been reading this little ole blog of mine for a while, you know that we own and operate a B&B in southern Oregon – and you know that when we’re not hosting guests, we’re out traveling the world. We’re learning to streamline and we’re constantly looking for the perfect backpacks.
Ah… Julia, I admire you even more now that I’ve read your book, My Life in France. This book had me from the get go and even though I found it to be a little disjointed in places, I understand the reason for it because these were Julia’s words as told to her husband, Paul’s, grandnephew, Alex Prud’homme.
We interrupt our regular scheduled programming to bring you a photo array of what we like to call a little piece of paradise. Also known as Lake of the Woods.
Egypt. Let me start by saying that #1 on my “top 25 things I want to do before I die list” is to live an obligation free life. I’m holding on to that. Number two is to live in Italy for a couple of months and learn to cook authentic Italian food. Beyond those, the order of the rest of my list doesn’t really matter.
We’ve just hiked our way to the top of a plateau known as Upper Table Rock and the view is breathtaking! It’s so quiet I can hear my heart pounding as it settles back into a normal rhythm after our ascent. The dark gray rain-filled clouds are hovering and ready to burst. The air is cool while the birds soar in silent flight.
Innkeeper. In my last post I told you about the benefits a traveler can find by checking into a B&B. I thought I’d turn the page and tell you what the average day of an innkeeper is like. Although I’d be happy (kind of) if it did, the daily routine of this innkeeper does not include eating M&M’s and watching television.
Whenever we travel to/through the state of Nevada I can’t help but relive a few childhood memories. I grew up in a blink of a town known as Gardnerville, which is about 45 minutes south of Reno.
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