I feel lucky to have found this particular rental. There was no way IN THE WORLD this single mama was forking over $200+ a night to stay at a downtown hotel. I wanted an affordable adventure and as I scoured the Internet, I found the perfect spot. 

It was billed as an Airstream, but I don’t think it was. However, it was a very cool bubble-shaped trailer situated in the backyard of a Kerville Folk Hippie. I mean that kindly as anyone I’ve ever met who was even loosely acquainted with Kerville has been an amazing human. Deborah was no exception.

The backyard had all the ammenities one would hope for. An always-on water fountain was nestled in the garden.

A patio.

Christmas lights.

A sweet kitty.

My only regret is that I didn’t hop in here.

In my defense, I didn’t bathe in the fully functioning backyard tub because my host left for Kerrville and rented out her cottage to an attractive restauranteur. He was very nice and did not deserve to accidentally arrive home while I was sunny-side-up in the backyard tub. And since we were strangers, we couldn’t yet text each other a “please don’t return for an hour, I am nude out back.” Oh well. Next time, right?

I slept with all the windows on the trailer open on the encouragement of my host. At first I was skeptical but damn was it nice to wake each morning to the sound of a bubbling fountain right outside the window and a cool morning breeze wafting across my sleepy head. She kept me stocked in organic coffee, yogurt and granola, though mostly I did this if I was home for any amount of time…

 Tomorrow I’ll tell you about running out of business cards at the very, very networky BlogHer Food and other conference shenanigans.