Seriously. I didn’t want to leave this place. It was everything I wanted. Spotless, spacious, light, airy, quiet, safe, private, beautiful.
I didn’t think anyone could ever tear me away from the tranquil waters of the lagoon this guesthouse is nestled against. Or the pink flamingos that rest there. Or the wind that rustled through the trees.
I loved the peace. I loved that the house was a short walk to quiet beaches that stretched on forever. I loved that there were beautiful picnic sites and sunset views everywhere, that the waters were warm and still enough to swim in, I loved that all the play of Jeffreys Bay was just a short drive away.
I was torn between the room with the view and the room with both the en-suit bathroom and the en-suite outdoor shower. The outdoor shower won. I was charmed enough by the fireplace to (almost) wish for a rainy day. The private garden made me wish for a sudden onslaught of summer guests.
I loved all the finishing touches and creature comforts like the fluffy bathroom towels, the fine sheets, the fully featured full-size hair dryers in every room, the free WiFi, the big screen television with DStv, the USB plug points, the music station I could plug my iPod into, the ‘take me to the beach’ basket full of beach towels, and the huge oven I could’ve used if I actually ever wanted to cook or bake anything, the giant fridge I could fill to my heart’s content, the guesthouse kayak I could push out onto the waters whenever I wanted to.
I would go back any day. Alone, or with my lover. With my friends, or with my family. I just want to be there again.