My brain mostly functions in colour. I’m a right sider, so the first thing I notice as I walk into the lot are the jacaranda trees. Gloriously purple and tumbling off branches like violet confetti. I stop for a moment to greet the guard, who kindly waves me in. There’s a lot of cars parked out here today I note, as my introvert nature starts peeping through. A vehicle whizzes past me to settle right outside the big glass doors. A Benz of some sort and a gorgeous lady in business casual steps out. She struts gracefully into the hotel, and I trudge right behind her so to squeeze myself in before the door swings closed again. My awkward self doesn’t do too well with Push or Pulls. And as I slide past the familiar tall glass entrance, I am greeted by a sight I can never get enough of: Lemon walls, colonial furniture and a hive of activity. “Welcome to the mountain inn” a chirpy voice breaks in to greet a couple of guests moving about in front of me. I smile at them as I swimmingly make my way through the crowd. I’m more interested in the mouth-watering smell that’s wafting in from the breakfast room and I habitually walk towards it. I recall the first time I stepped inside the Mountain inn. It was about a year ago, in a black pleated skirt that doesn’t fit anymore more and 30 minutes way too early for a job … Continue reading Mountain Inn: The Urban Haven