The G-SPOT… secret places best kept a secret
I recently spent the weekend in the “absolute perfect” town in, um, “west Marin.” My friends who live in this northern California paradise say as long as I don’t tell anyone where it is, I’m welcome to visit any time. (sorry, dear reader.)
Another friend apparently has the “absolute perfect” house on a uncrowded surf break “somewhere in southern Chile.” He’ll tell me what airport to fly into and pick me up. But that’s the closest thing to an address he’ll divulge.
I get it. They don’t want hordes of people showing up and spoiling the fun. A totally gypset tendency. Sometimes being a good houseguest, or a houseguest at all, means knowing when to shut up. So, this new column– The G(ypset)-Spot– will be dedicated to all the great places out there that we’re dying to tell everyone about but can’t. Of course, a few photos can’t hurt….
