They are like little delights of wondrous joy, haha what is this a poem?
When I'm weary and tired and getting over a cold the best thing is to have my own space. And lay all my stuff out and not worry about security. You have no idea how much time that sucks up. Keeping track of your valuables, your clothes, towels, toiletries, and rummaging through your stuff in the dark while trying not to wake up everyone else, can be frustrating to say the least.
B&Bs melt in your mouth.
This place rocks, it's called Willow Springs and the house is amazing - the owner's father built it in the 60s. It's got a modern feel mixed with homeliness. Big windows shower sunlight in, whilst curved countertops offer a sleek (and friendly) atmosphere. Wait, I'm describing the owner's living space, which is off limits to me. Oh well.
My room has two beds so I plan to hop from one to the other, because I can. Haha no, that's immature!
I'm going to enjoy a nice warm shower tonight.
And watch the tele.
And eat Kit Kats.
THIS is what I came to Europe to do, haha!
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