The guest quarters were upstairs – the ‘curtains’ were shreaded bits of fabric, the carpet was old shag from the fifties, the bathroon was the size of a small walk-in closet and shared by all three rooms, I could go on.
But on the bright side, it did cool down, the linens were clean and cozy and since I slept right under a huge, well screened open window, I could look up to the sky, surrounded by trees and it felt like I was there, under a cover of amazing stars and in the morning dawn gave me a soft pale nudge.
That’s what I’ll remember and the rest of it has already faded.