I live in a place where a lot of people have boats and cabins.
I don’t have either and don’t have any interest in having either. They just sound like a lot of work. . . and who wants to always visit the same place anyway? What I have is a functional kitchen and a decent house for entertaining, so I host dinner parties. In exchange, my friends take us out on their boats and let us stay at their lake homes. It seems like a good trade-off.
Luckily, not all our friends are in Minnesota. This provides opportunities to couch surf people we already know and like all around the country and beyond – and usually they even have a guest room for us.
While a few people I know say they would never stay with friends when they travel, we love it. It’s a multi-day party, usually with good food and lots of time to catch up on each other’s lives. That’s the wonderful thing about actually staying with friends, rather than just meeting them for dinner or a day of sightseeing – your conversation can roam and ramble in a natural way as time floats by. You can sprawl on the couch with a glass of wine (or a good Scotch) and talk until late into the night about things you’d never have time to think about otherwise.
We are in Massachusetts this week to visit friends, starting in Plymouth, at the home of friends who live high above the beach on a sandy cliff that has a view across Cape Cod Bay to Provincetown. (If it’s a really clear day.)
It’s a quiet, peaceful place. . . although they do have a few other dinner guests this evening.