Tuesday, August 17, 2021

The fine (and possibly lost) art of hospitality


I mentioned yesterday how we recently drove to Orlando to drop off my daughter for a 5½-month stint as a Disney College Program participant (I’m typing this post about two weeks before you read it while still enjoying the Florida sunshine).

I’m a fairly veteran traveler and can generally adapt to just about anything, whether it’s an uncomfortable bed, less-than-ideal food, long car or bus rides, or whatever. I just roll with it.

Still, while the whole idea of travel is to have experiences outside of your everyday routine, it’s nice to enjoy some of the comforts of home.

We experienced all of that and more in Orlando, thanks to Terry’s cousin Cindy. Cindy and her husband Steve have always been such kind and gracious hosts when we’ve traveled to Central Florida. And while I feel Cindy goes above and beyond for her guests, it’s the kind of thing any of us can do, really.

Cindy, for example, made sure I had half-and-half for my coffee and plain oats for my breakfast. I would have happily made do with any food she set out, but that was an extra-mile act of kindness that was greatly appreciated.

“Offer hospitality to one another without grumbling” is the instruction we read in the biblical book of Peter. I don’t know if Cindy ever grumbles about it (I highly doubt she does), but she sure checks off the “offer hospitality” part.

Pre-Covid, Cindy used to come to our house and stay for a few days every spring. I hope she returns sometime soon.

I will personally go to the store and get whatever she needs to temporarily recreate her life in beautiful Apopka, Florida.

Except the weather. As hospitable as I would love to be, I can’t do anything about that.

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