Mary and John (honest) own a bed and breakfast in Kenmare, Ireland. It is called Whispering Pines. Mary is the hostess and John does the breakfast. They are not unlike many in their business. You do what you can or have to do.
Drive up to the Whispering Pines and Mary, if she is at home, comes out to greet you. She tells you about her place, about the truly wonderful town, and insists that you look at the room to make sure you like it.
The house is not new, but is very clean and well-kept. The rooms are decorated in something near 1975, but not worn. She points out features, the view of the garden, and then lets you decide if you want to stay.
You cannot go away. She is lovely, kind and really cares. You say, "We'll take it." and she directs you to the parlor and puts out tea and biscuits, and tells you some of the secrets of the community. There is a hidden stone circle and Druid trees. There are better places to eat that may look like a hole in the wall but have the best food. There is a marvelous park with three huge statues from which to see the sunset.
Then you leave - reluctantly - loving a town, having encountered true hospitality, and full of memories.



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