Bed and Breakfast Man

The Sanskrit chanting crew from the weekend

I went to Ripon this weekend to take a level 1 Sanskrit course that my teacher recommended (which was an awesome experience).

None of my yoga buddies from Madison could make it, so I looked for an Air bnb that might be close by and inexpensive. And did I ever find it!

I had a super interesting experience at this house. I was on the same floor as the family, and they had two small children. The owner was super chatty and made it pretty clear he likes to establish ongoing friendships with his guests. I wasn't super up for that, but I was super touched by his review of me:

Here I am on the scratchy sheets, deeply settled in my soul

“Great... Sarah comes across as low key and deeply settled in her soul. The house felt peaceful with her in it.”

And wouldn't you know it? There is a song about a bed and breakfast man.

Here she blows:

Well, there's a man I know
At least I used to years ago
I didn't really mind
He used to come round all the time

Of course he had to be fed
I had to give him a bed
He used to kip on my sofa
They used to call him a loafer

I've heard he's changed a lot since then
But some of his ways he just can't mend

Till the other day
When he'd offer to pay
He didn't like his bed
He earned all he'd ever had

He didn't have no shame
He was a master at his game
He never showed his hand
He was the bed and breakfast man

Oh, he was, he was the bed and breakfast man
He was, he was the bed and breakfast man
He was, he was the bed and breakfast man
He was, he was the bed and breakfast man
He was, he was the bed and breakfast man
He was, he was the bed and breakfast man
He was, he was the bed and breakfast man