Last night my wife and I stayed at Hostel Obispo, in San Luis Obispo, a charming place in a house over a hundred years old, with fresh sourdough pancakes and fresh-ground coffee in the morning, lots of interesting chatter, and a lovely neighborhood.
All that was great, but especially great was this character, Chloe, who appears to run the place. One of the kids who runs the hostel -- named Johnny -- told me that she has her own social life, entirely independent of the hostel, that folks comes to see her, take her out on walks, weekends at the beach.
Perhaps she's waiting for one of them now...
