Monday, July 13, 2009
Guest Book (Vacation Rental)
I have a confession. Whenever I spot a guest book, I just can't help myself. I read it.
Do you? Or, am I the only weird one?
Sometimes the former occupants leave invaluable tips which trump any travel guide. I have discovered helpful info, such as where to find the best restaurants. Where the best hiking trails are located. And the best places to see sea otters (up close) and whales. The most interesting thing I gleamed from a guest book recently? At twilight you can occasionally spot bats.
Okay. I admit I also read because I'm nosy.
Like the recent guest book I perused while in Cambria. I got a chuckle reading about the Harley bike rider who chronicled his adventure of biking through the central coast along with his fellow 20 biker buddies. And grieved for the family who came to the beach house to heal and reconnect; they revealed that a few years ago, their mother and wife, was taken too young. They explained that their recent trip helped lift their spirits. And I labored over the barely legible scrawl of elder man who wrote numerous lengthy entries chronicling some of his adventures along the central coast; he's been coming to Cambria annually since 1967.
Now, there have been some things I wished I hadn't read. Like the time I was scanning a guest book while vacationing in Mendocino (with husband peering over my shoulder) and some guy wrote:
We just worked at conceiving our first-born in YOUR hot tub!
Definitely WON'T be hitting the hot tub, joked my husband.
Photo courtesy of Tek in the box via Flickr