A long time ago, I used to fly into the Tricities airport and we would walk to the hotel. There were mountains around us, beautiful lush grass and the smell of hay and cows. The next morning, we would have coffee and homemade sausage biscuits served to us by a waitress who called us ‘sugar’, ‘hun’ and ‘sweetheart ‘.
I loved going there!!!!
Me too..... sweet heart.
I live there