 |
| My Antiguan lodgings, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016. |
One morning, I sat on a cushioned bench on my airbnb hostess' covered veranda. I took in my garden surroundings. A walled courtyard. Entertaining cloud formations in the sky. Birds singing in the local language, melodic and cheering.
 |
| My Antiguan lodgings, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016. |
Around me was artwork of various subjects, media, textures, colors, and sizes. Each piece invited my attention.
I admired the modest, but well-curated flower displays in the garden. I ate many lunches on the veranda. I pulled basil leaves from a garden plant for a savory pouf to sandwiches made with tomatoes and salty, soft farmer cheese on that luscious bread I loved.
My bedroom was at the end of a wing of rooms. The wing had three bedrooms. Two bedrooms shared a full bath. One could enter either of these bedrooms or the shared bath from the veranda, via an alcove.
My bedroom had a private bath. From my bed, I could look out to the garden through the room's french doors.
From my little enclave neighborhood, I could see:
 |
| View from my Antiguan neighborhood, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016. |
 |
| View from my Antiguan neighborhood, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016. |
 |
| My Antiguan neighborhood, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016. |
French doors and walled courtyards. In my perfect world, if and when I ever settle down, my little place will have these two features.
A pictorial visit to my apartment in Alamogordo in 2012-2013, with a soul-gladdening view through its french doors.
 |
| My Alamogordo apartment, 2012-2013. |
No comments:
Post a Comment