Well, anyways. Today's word is inn.
Somehow, whenever I hear the word inn, I immediately think 'fantasy'. Tolkien's Lord of the Rings with it's The Prancing Pony or RPGs like Dragon Age, Skyrim or the likes. Inns whichever way you look, almost.
These are all good and nice associations, and I am glad they still top what next comes into mind. Namely, one summer I spent a few weeks working at this horrible Bed and Breakfast... And when I say horrible I really mean it.
The location was beautiful enough. It felt close to nature and was great for talking walks and such. The house, not an inn but close enough, was in an extremely bad state though. Even to the point where I'd call it health hazardous... I still shudder when I think back at that house. And the owner, well, he was no better.
Nowadays I can look back at my time there and laugh, but at the time it was not so much fun. There was absolutely nothing of the homely coziness that I, in my fantasy-infused mind, associate with inns, and it was even worse than those bawdy, noisy inns that also pop up here and there in the fantasy genre.
With that I shall wrap up my reminiscences about past work-experiences, and also bring this blog-post to an end.
Inn and out!
