A Night in Southern Comfort

We found the Guest House easily, but the front door was locked and all the lights were off. A tiny note left a phone number should we need assistance. Well, yes, we needed assistance. I called the number and a man from a sister property across the street ran right over to check us in. Strange, right?

As it turns out, we were the ONLY guests registered for tonight! My little traveling family had the entire place to ourselves, without even a receptionist on duty! Do things like this happen to anyone else?

We were too tired for any exploring so we climbed right into our 4-poster beds, staring up at the 17 foot ceilings, admiring the velvet drapes over windows which overlooked a sweet little courtyard. Seriously.

This morning, I said to Peanut, "C'mon, let's pretend we live here!" So we jumped out of bed and started to waltz up and down the hallways, pretending to hide our ankles, checking out rooms and taking photos wherever we felt fancy.

Little Man and Doodle joined us soon enough (couldn't resist playing hide and seek) and all was well until Peanut ran downstairs and then right back up to say, "Mom, there's a man downstairs!" I slowed down gracefully (thankful I'd gotten dressed before this ridiculous escapade) and said to the young gentleman, "Good morning. Are you an employee?" He answered, "Yes m'am, your breakfast is waiting: french toast, eggs, pan sausage, homefries, fruit..." Like a giddy teenager, I ran back upstairs to tell Grandma that we were being served in the breakfast room!

When Grandma got downstairs, he asked, "Did you do any reading in the bathtub last night?" and when he saw Doodle he said, "Hello, are you the Pooper?" This young man had read our entire blog! (See Grandma's Been Naughty and the White Sands posts.)

Needless to say, each of us was quite delighted with our stay and we feel like we lived a Southern dream at least for one night right here in Natchez, Mi-crooked letter crooked letter-i-crooked letter-i-humpback humpback-i.