Wow.
Admittedly, I had pretty high hopes for my stay at the Arborhouse; spend a few minutes looking at pictures and reviews to understand why. What I walked into and experienced was a sublime example of how even the best of pictures and descriptive text can fall flat.
Portland's weather department certainly was showing off for my arrival and strong, clear sunshine set the stage to light up the multitude of windows, and the long, sparkling, snowy curtains were set aglow. With an entrance like that, it took me a moment to fall in love with anything else, but once that process started, I was in for a heck of a ride. Every decorative touch or nod to personal comfort, (and friends, there were so many) was just so and just so wonderful.
Staying here was a true and utter delight. I am grateful to have called this place home for a few days, and will keep my eyes open for excuses to return. Simply, wow.