You guys, I get super bummed out when I go for weeks (months) without posting food recipes. It kind of makes me feel like I'm failing at blogging, even though blogging isn't my job and no one's expecting me to do it.
So I've decided to kind of integrate other stuff in my life into this space. (This is, of course, after years of saying "Why is [Food Blogger X] telling me so much about her LIFE? I'm here for the FOOD!)
I still feel that way, but I'm going to be super hypocritical and start sharing with you guys. OK? OK!
I had my first Air BnB experience last weekend. (For those who don't know, Air BnB is to hotels what Uber is to taxis. People rent out space in their house or other property for people to stay in, either short or long-term. For those of you who also don't know, I'm obsessed with Air BnB now.)
I decided last weekend I wanted to go to Gilroy, CA (the garlic capital of the world, if you wondered), and wanted to give Air BnB a shot, since hotel prices were either exorbitant or super cheap, but attached to motels that had 1-star ratings for cleanliness.
The place I found is referred to as the Peace Temple Abode. The listing on Air BnB said "Looking for high adventure? Vertical climb up to semi-private loft & crash on comfy futon with memory foam topper. Privacy cafe curtains strung on rail open to reveal communal hall below."
Other notes on the listing include that it's a "new age, yoga, and wellness experience" and that it's an animal-product-free house. So you can use the kitchen, but don't think you're going to be cooking any meat. (Or smoking, or drinking alcohol.)
On our way up, we stopped in San Luis Obisbo (which was so gorgeous, I didn't do anything to this picture, and it looks like this):
By the time we got there, it was dark, so we drove down this dark, twisty road to the address (which, at this point, I was referring to as Murder House) until we came to the correct place. There were probably 10 cars in the driveway/parking area as well as two RVs. Still not entirely sure what I'd gotten us into, we went in, and were immediately greeted by the host, who showed us around, and pointed us to the loft.
(Side note: I did not realize how weak my arms and legs are until I climbed up and down that thing a few times.)
Not a great picture, but you can see it was a small space with low ceilings -- I loved it!
Higher than it looks.
The futon thing was super comfortable, and I fell asleep reading while Dennis went out to get some (non-animal product!) food.
The next morning, our host made us some coffee and offered up the bread drawer for toast. The kitchen was big and cluttered, and amazing.
The previous night, our hosts had gone to a prayer meeting thing (I, admittedly, don't know exactly what it was. I think they are some variety of Buddhist, so I don't mean to sound ignorant -- I just don't remember what the meeting was called, but Mrs. Host was very excited about it.
Had they not gotten in so late from that, they would have offered yoga in the morning, which would have been announced by the gong in the common area.
It had just rained, so the plants all looked super green...
...and the barnyard animals outside were splashing around in puddles.
Yes. There were barnyard animals. How freaking cool is this place?
They had clean towels and soap and shampoo and everything for u s, and the bathroom had a huge tub with a garden-style shower.
This was, 100%, a must-visit spot. If you ever find yourself in Salinas, give these guys a shot. (They also have real bedrooms, not just the loft. Our host offered us an empty one when we got there, since there was no one in it, but I was pretty set on the loft.
I could get used to country living, I think. (Country living within 5 miles of the freeway, that is!)