I think the biggest misconception about B&B’s – for people who have never stayed at a B&B, or for those who are just unaware – is that a B&B is not a hostel. And, there are those who do not seem to understand the difference.
I think the biggest misconception about B&B’s – for people who have never stayed at a B&B, or for those who are just unaware – is that a B&B is not a hostel. And, there are those who do not seem to understand the difference.
As we traveled across the USA this past December and January, there were several places and stories, such as the Battle of Franklin, that really stood out and have stayed with me; sitting on a little brain shelf waiting to be dusted off and told. Some stories are easy. Some, not so much because I want to do the characters justice by finding just the right niche…the not so common side of things.
The alarm nudged me out of a deep sleep at 4:00 a.m. on Tuesday morning. Tuesday, May 27, the last day of what was a practically perfect 8-day whirlwind of joy, laughter and yes, a few tears.
Do you stay in B&B’s when you travel? That’s probably one of the most frequently asked questions from our guests. We always smile, look at each other with a secret little gleam in our eyes, and answer, “No, we don’t.” And, of course, the next question is, why not?
Around here, we use the month of February to ready ourselves – both personally and professionally – for our upcoming high tourist season. Once we get rolling in the spring it becomes time-challenging to book appointments and such. That’s not to say it can’t be done, it’s just much easier to get it out of the way, now, while we’re still moving slowly. Included in this effort was my recent visit to my doctor for an annual exam.
I wasn’t sure what to title this post: Southern Hospitality is Alive and Well? The 25-cent Martini? The 3-Martini Lunch? Happy Birthday to Me?! So, fueled by a 3-Martini lunch I thought I’d just start writing and see where it takes me.
If you’re of a certain age you may remember fine dining with white linen table cloths, numerous utensils on the table and trying to figure out which fork to use when – always start from the outside and work your way in – and the waitstaff always seemed to know exactly when you were finished and how to properly pace the service.
If I had a nickel for every time someone told me I should write 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.
I’m not exactly sure when I became obsessed fascinated with the life of Laura Ingalls Wilder, but I’ve had a relationship (in my head) with her for as long as I can remember.