Like basically everyone else, I adored staying at Marcella’s li’l homestead. I actually live in Austin and used it as a solo staycay—my spouse and I have pretty much been working at home on top of each other since 2020–and hope I get the chance to again.
Even though there was a pretty sudden onset of freezing weather in Austin right when my stay began, the space heater in the airstream was a *workhorse* and I was very comfy during my stay. Warmly, adorably decorated airstream. Beautiful clawfoot bathtub. Loved petting the pigs and seeing their artwork in the incredibly cute on-site shop, MM Mercantile that also sells snacks, drinks, homemade jams, extremely cute felt bookmarks Marcella and her kids hand make, and gorgeous blankets, one of which I bought. Even with the weather not being friendly to spending as much time actually outside enjoying the homestead as I would’ve liked, I still so enjoyed myself. For one person, the airstream felt both cozy and plenty spacious. There’s a very good HEB right down the street, a grocery store for non-TX ppl FYI, that made having things to stock the mini fridge and microwave later really convenient. I did have to take a video meeting one day of my stay, and the WiFi was excellent. I chose to park on the street behind the homestead, which was a very short walk away and very easy street parking—and if you know Austin, you know there are a lot of neighborhoods where trying to park on the street is a Herculean effort.
*One thing* I want to note not even as a complaint or something needing solving, just something you may want to be aware of because it’s not really in anyone’s control in a way I’ll explain shortly, lol: the flock of chickens includes a truly magnificent black rooster that did *not* appreciate my presence from the get go. I’ve been around chickens in a variety of contexts from a young age and know that not only are roosters territorial, sometimes they just *really* don’t like certain people—so I made sure to give him a wide berth! He did still stalk me a couple of times from opposite ends of the lawn + chase me into the airstream and the MM Mercantile (I was *cracking up* in the Mercantile after I closed the door bc the rooster immediately started crowing and I felt like I was in the funniest possible version of Jurassic Park) and so—while I found this *hilarious* and it honestly just made the stay more memorable, I understand how someone who’s not used to being around chickens might get freaked out and may appreciate a heads up. But based on how I can’t find anybody else having had this experience…I think that rooster just isn’t fond of me, and to the rooster I say, honestly fair. 😭
Thank you, Marcella! Apologies if I stressed out your poor rooster!!