Highlights from our August beach trip.
When we were 30 minutes away from our Airbnb, I was to call Mr. Twiggs (his real first name) and let him know we’d be there shortly. After a brief conversation, he asked if the directions were clear or if we needed any help. I reassured him I knew where it was, to which he responded with, “Fine”. I had a good estimate of his age when he said that. Folks that were born in the ‘40s have a uniqueness to their speech. I imagined this grandfather figure answering the phone while relaxing in a recliner in his dimly lit, shag carpet den watching the evening news.
When we arrived, I followed the signs on where to park and Mr. Twiggs met us as I turned off my engine. He motioned for me to crank it back up and pull forward an additional…6 inches. After exchanging hellos, he led us into the cottage and gave us a tour. It somewhat irritated Nick because it was all obvious information; “here’s the bedrooms, bathroom, tv…to brew coffee, push the ‘brew now’ button…”.
But he reminded me of my dad.
So I patiently listened to every word.
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The floors creaked (which you know I love) but the water was so hard and smelly (which I did not love). The interior was clearly decorated by his lovely wife who, much like myself, loves all things floral and teal. Listening to the rain on the tin roof was so nice and Edisto was only about half an hour away.
I have yet to have a bad experience with Airbnb.
Here’s the link to where we stayed if anyone is interested! THE BIRD HOUSE
