RUFFLY is the only commercial brand that I’ll ever give my heart to completely.
But, I’ll still gaze an affectionate eye where merited, and AirBnB has been a godsend for us on this journey.
What better way to travel the world than to spend your workdays in an ordinary neighborhood, a beach bungalow, a farm stay, or a mountain cabin.
So long as the WiFi signal is strong and Whimsy has a place bury a bone or dig up some cow poop, we’re all in remote work heaven.
And we sure do our best to treat these home-away-from-home stays like they’re our very own home.
Unfortunately, sometimes that means they suffer the accidental slings and arrows of a rambunctious puppy and our arrested development lifestyle.
In Honduras, the homeowner delivered a coffeemaker, which was bizarrely absent among the household trappings. Upon opening the box and retrieving the device, Greg too late realized that the coffeepot was unsecured and it shattered on the linoleum.
In Costa Rica, Whimsy was perked by the gardener and bolted through a mesh screen, and twice more in different houses bolted into sliding glass doors, jarring them off the railings.
Again in Costa Rica, she discovered an apparently appetizing bag of cement and devoured its contents. Using her bulging stomach as a mixer all throughout the afternoon, that night she poured out its contents to pave the living room rug.
The last in this string of AirBnB bad luck happened at a hillside home outside San Jose when boiling oil ejected from Greg’s frying pan, reaching heights never conceived by the builder who only tiled partway up the kitchen wall.
In attempting to “wipe down the crime scene” as he described it, Greg Swedish massaged the walls with a scouring brush, leaving a balding pattern in the stucco and paint.
The lesson here is, I suppose, that sometimes a thing we treasure and enjoy so much – such as these gorgeous and unique AirBnB home stays – receives our hardest kind of love.
