I can’t name all the ways our hostess made us feel at home—but I’ll list a few. When we arrived, road weary, she had muffins ready for us, baked with locally-grown, organic flour—and local fruit brandy. She dug up turtles to amuse our kids—despite my protests (let them sleep!). Our kids were thrilled. At breakfast, she juiced fresh fruits and vegetables—in addition to a traditional feast, including homemade bread. When we left, she gave us a parting gift—a framed postcard of the Mostar Bridge with the hotel’s contact information.
Our hostess exuberated everything I admire in a seasoned, lovely hostess: warmth, attentiveness, and the extra touch. I'm so glad we chose a small guest house. In this case the hostess made it exceptional. Pansion Rose Guesthouse in Mostar, Bosnia.