That's the number of people we've had staying at our house the last two nights. Although we have a big flat, it's never held 12 people at once before. On the couches, floors, and even the terrace. People were sleeping everywhere. But what a joy it's been to be a guest house again!
When Will and I were first married, he ran a volunteer house in Kenya. After two months of being married we had 25 people living with us. I spent the summer tagging along to volunteer projects, cleaning, and helping cook for everyone. One Kenyan white woman, who was our neighbor, told me I was a very accommodating wife, with cynicism in her voice. The truth is, I loved it. I loved doing it with Will. I loved hosting people. I loved all the interesting conversations with people from all over the globe. I loved being able to provide a home (even for a short time) for others.
And here we are again. When some good friends asked to bring their mission team through Budapest and shack up with us, it felt like old times. Come on over! Today a bit of nostalgia emanates from the house as people sit on couches and floors eating breakfast. This was the reason we chose this big flat. This... and the terrace, of course.