Home Away From Home

We were on vacation for 10 days. In that time, we slept in 7 different places (Eight, if you count the car, but that's not really considered sleep.). Only twice, did we sleep in the same hotel room for more than one night. Our family is large enough that we stayed in hotels that offered suites. The rooms were nice and most of the beds were comfortable.

The last place we stayed was by far and away my favorite. I call it Hotel Rosie. My good friend offered to let us stay at her house even after I pointed out that meant an extra seven bodies in her home. Her guest room had the best bed we slept in.

The girls enjoyed sleeping with Rosie's daughter, Beth, in her Tinkerbell room.

I didn't realize until this trip how offended people were that we paid money to stay in a hotel when there were so many people around we could've stayed with. We were informed for next time just to show up on any doorstep and they would make accommodations for all of us. That is one of the many things I love that about the Latino culture. Mi casa es su casa (my house is your house) really comes from the heart.