Howdy! (as Auntie M. would say!!!).
Imagine if, when travelling, you could stay in somebody else home instead of a hotel.
I do it a couple of times, in seaside towns, and y'know, it was real interesting every time.
One colonial-era small home even had a jumbie!!! A ghost!!! Seriously! I ain't lying. It was a groaning ghost going: hhhhh hhhhhh hhhhhh. (Long story for another time).
Wasn't no fancy amenities in them homes. Plain. But super clean. Get you' own meals.
In the jumbie home, we sit in the verandah, facing the sea, with the hostess and other guests, and we gyaff...chat...before heading out to eat with some friends.
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After I return to me homeland, I useta day-dream, suppose we offer we home as a li'l stopover for foreign visitors.
All body (except murderers and teefman...thieves) woulda been welcome, though how to screen good from bad, I ain't know.
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