Good hospitality warms the insides, its a crackling mid-winters fire, a snug coat that wraps itself around you and squeezes and hugs you against the cold. Good hospitality is reassuring like fresh baked bread and cookies and a glass of hot milk before bed and is as sensual as Swiss chocolate, you relax and your muscles become jellified and loose.
Bad hospitality is like having your head slammed into a concrete wall, being stranded on a sinking desert island. Bad hospitality is a backfiring car that gives you a fright as it jumps along the road, its a pile of garbage that hasn’t been picked up for two weeks, you are like litter that is thrown from that said moving car, discarded, abandoned , unwanted leaving you wishing for that rotund welcoming frauline with a well pegged smile from a few days ago.
