Marta ~ May 12

 

Dear AirBnB guests,

 

I would very much like to know what time you are leaving. I thought you had left. Lay down for a nap, having seen that your door was open for a prolonged period of time. Sure sign of departure. Even some large paper bags placed on your doorstep. This all made sense because I'd already figured that you'd be leaving at a decent hour because it takes you five hours to drive home. 

Half an hour later, having dreamed a few dreams and seen that your car was gone, I went out with confidence, vaccuum, gloves, a clean rag and my glasses, only to glimpse through the open curtain: oh no. Your. Stuff. Still in there. And you do have the right to stay two more hours, so there's nothing I can say, but you've been an unpredictable couple since your very first morning when you got up at 5 and drove off and I thought/hoped that maybe you didn't like the place or the kids had gotten sick and you'd had to return home. Which would mean no less money for me and an easy clean-up. Instead, walking through the parking lot of the bar across the street an hour later with my faithful dog, I saw your car, parked askew. Why would you have driven across the street at 5 in the morning and parked askew? No answer. Shrug. On to breakfast and the rest of the morning. Your car reappeared an hour or so later, and then went off for the day, returning at dinner time. I couldn't tell if you went out for dinner or not. 

Either way, you are not following classic AirBnB guest patterns, which is particularly unfortunate for me because I've got a schedule to keep here. More guests coming this afternoon plus a friend to meet for lunch and a husband to visit in a nursing home hopefully if time allows. Now, lucky for you and for me, I just found out that the next guests are not due until late afternoon, but still, it would have worked out so much better if you'd dutifully packed up and split an hour ago so that by now the cottage would be ready for your followers and I had the rest of my day.