When my cousin, Isabelle, and I were much younger (when we were all much younger) we spent one Thanksgiving at a Bed and Breakfast in Sacramento.
As I recalled, it was lovely and the rooms were named after famous painters, poets and composers.
With My Aunt Renee, Isabelle and I put on a play.
We painted faces on our chins in such away that when we layed on our backs and hung our heads over the edge of the bed our chins would become puppets who shared the same mouth as our own.
We laughed and laughed and had a bath and we were all there, together and happy.
Years later we are all much older and family dynamics have shifted. However those fond family memories inspired me to book the Mozart room at The Amber House Bed and Breakfast in Sacramento this Easter Weekend.
Two weeks of simple spaghetti for dinner saved enough money to revisit memories in a special place with people I love. It was worth it.
Fondly and Affectionately,