Ode to the Green Guest House
I have really enjoyed my stay at the Green Guest House in Mae Sot. I'm going to gush because I hope it will bring the owners lots of business. They are two teachers, and they couldn't be sweeter.
Contact the owner at kritsanaya@yahoo.com.
For 4,000 baht a month ($100), I have my own room and bathroom. With laundry service. It's centrally located. The fan in my room is strong. The owners give me drinking water, provide bicycles and motorbikes on weekends. There are lilies blooming outside the gate and lush green trees filling the courtyard.
They recommend restaurants and fret that I'm not eating enough. They even stand outside my window swatting mosquitos with an electric swatter that kills them. They noticed that I like to read outside, and moved a deck chair right outside my room and under a light so I coud read at night.
I know I'm paying them for the room, but I feel like a lot of what they do is out of love. Or fondness, at the very least. God knows they're not acting out of selfish ulterior motives -- unlike my parents, who clearly act only out of pure lust for grandchildren and bragging rights (That's right, I'm on to you).
They gave me:
... fresh flowers for my room every week ...
... a cute holder for my toilet paper ...
... and when the owner saw that I bought an iron to press my work clothes, she was horrified. The next load of laundry came back with every garment ironed. She ironed my shorts.
Contact the owner at kritsanaya@yahoo.com.
For 4,000 baht a month ($100), I have my own room and bathroom. With laundry service. It's centrally located. The fan in my room is strong. The owners give me drinking water, provide bicycles and motorbikes on weekends. There are lilies blooming outside the gate and lush green trees filling the courtyard.
They recommend restaurants and fret that I'm not eating enough. They even stand outside my window swatting mosquitos with an electric swatter that kills them. They noticed that I like to read outside, and moved a deck chair right outside my room and under a light so I coud read at night.
I know I'm paying them for the room, but I feel like a lot of what they do is out of love. Or fondness, at the very least. God knows they're not acting out of selfish ulterior motives -- unlike my parents, who clearly act only out of pure lust for grandchildren and bragging rights (That's right, I'm on to you).
They gave me:
... fresh flowers for my room every week ...
... a cute holder for my toilet paper ...
... and when the owner saw that I bought an iron to press my work clothes, she was horrified. The next load of laundry came back with every garment ironed. She ironed my shorts.
posted by Jen at 6:35 PM
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