Walking into the house is something that cannot be described in words. It cannot be conveyed with pictures. It can only be experienced by actually walking through the doorway. It was a sense of both being completely wrapped in another unfamiliar world, with the exquisite sense of being somewhere you've been before.
Artwork covers the walls, swings from the ceiling, hides in the closets and sits on shelves and benches. It draws your eyes and invites you to walk closer.
There was stocked snacks, an "extras" basket in case you forget a toothbrush and a fully stocked kitchen (bathroom, living room, laundry). Nothing was missed. Nothing.
Had a glorious Christmas with my family.