Retirement; like your parents, but way cooler
In 1991 Billy and Akaisha Kaderli retired at the age
of 38. Now, into their 4th decade of this
financially independent lifestyle, they invite you
to take advantage of their wisdom and experience.
Bed and Breakfast
Billy and Akaisha Kaderli
in Faeto, our next stop was a 2,000 year old city called Lecce.
We took a bus out of Faeto
to Foggia, then a
Foggia to Lecce, a total of about 200 miles.
We arrived in Lecce between 3-4pm and walked
the 15 minutes from the train station to our
Sign outside the B&B
The train station wasn't far, and since the
area is fairly flat, this was no hardship at all.
The B&B was advertised as
being close to two different major Piazzas and had WiFi throughout the
establishment. A tea and coffee maker were in all rooms and they boasted a superb
As you know, when traveling
we like to choose accommodation that offers breakfast. When breakfast is
included in the price of the room, and then having
one meal a day also in our
room, this method ends up saving us quite a lot of money.
Then we spend that savings
on other fun things to do around town.
We were in contact with
Elisa via WhatsApp and when we arrived at the B&B, she sped up on her motorbike
to let us in.
Elisa began going over the rules and
regulations of staying there, and often mentioned "according to the law" this,
and "according to the law" that, including how many times a week we may have our
linen changed and so on.
It seemed rather odd, aloof and not not very
welcoming. But, ok, wouldn't want to break Italian law or anything.
Because there were 3 of us traveling, and our
companion was a Friend not a relative, getting to the shared bathroom was a
We had two choices.
We could either walk
through his room (to the left outside the photo) any time of day or night,
interrupting his naps, his nightly sleep and his privacy. Or we could walk out
through this door in our room, into the public courtyard (wrapped in bath towels
for our shower?) and then back into his room through another door to utilize the
2 bedroom set up
Our rooms were conjoined and the single
bathroom is to the left of the bed in the 2nd bedroom.
We worked out the kink in this plan...
except that Elisa and her helper Raphaela insisted that the kitchen door into
the public courtyard be locked (none of us had keys). This made our friend a
hostage in his room.
He had access to the courtyard and his room,
but that was it.
He then, too, had to walk through our bedroom
at any time of morning, noon or night to get to the hallway and outside in order
to have a life of his own.
Door from our room to the patio
We were all adults here, and none of us
babysit the other.
Being in our 6th and 7th decade of Life and
needing to ask permission to come and go every time one wants a bit of freedom
is simply out of character for all of us.
The immovability of our hosts made the boys
To add to the difficulties of renting this
property, we asked about the advertised breakfast included with the room.
"Oh no" Elisa said. "That's an extra
charge of $8Euros per person per day for breakfast."
So... It's a B&B, without the B, if you know
what I mean.
Our Friend's bedroom and the only bathroom
To me, the place was really beautiful, an
ancient building from the 1400s. The whole town gave a Romeo-and-Juliet feeling.
But the chilly interactions with both Elisa
and Raphaela were taking the shine off the glamour of it all.
Paying another $24Euros per night for the 3
of us for a few eggs and some fruit wasn't worth it to us.
We'll just purchase some food and cook it in
the kitchen ourselves.
It's no big deal, ... Really!
We don't mind.
"Erm... no," Elisa says.
We are forbidden to use the kitchen in any
way, except to make espresso.
We can't use the refrigerator, the microwave,
none of the kitchen utensils or stove and certainly NOT the washing machine.
"But, but... we are supposed to have shared
use of the kitchen."
Eventually, Elisa concedes that we might use
part of a shelf in the refrigerator, but she and Raphaela were agitated that we
might want to wash a plate or something.
Warning sign in the kitchen!
All of this took us by surprise and we were
trying to be flexible in this situation.
I spoke with Raphaela that our Friend was not
a relative, we don't do every-single-thing-together, and he should have the
kitchen door open so he can have access from his room to the front door.
This would allow him the freedom of
personhood he deserves so he may come and go as he pleases.
She reluctantly agreed, but then got a charge
out of giving me that permission... you know what I mean?
Being generous of heart that one time
was a feeling she was not familiar with, but it felt good somehow...
Girls! Girls! Girls!
This is silly!
We are twice your age, we're not going to
have wild parties, we are not destructive, we just want to have some food and
come and go with respect.
What we thought we were renting as per the
The above listing is clipped from the
advertisement for Antiche Volte.
We weren't trying to be picky, it's just that
we thought one thing from the promotion and received another thing in reality.
I wish I could say this was the end of the
misunderstandings, but it wasn't.
We had hit a weather pattern in Italy of
chilled rain that had lasted for days. It was the kind of dampness and cold that
gets into your bones.
Our first night passed and we were freezing
in our rooms.
Billy doesn't do well when he's cold (he's a
beach guy) and adding to it, the lack of sleep just gave him that "look of
We couldn't continue like this, feeling
wintry in our rooms, not being able to use the kitchen and going out into the
drizzling rain on the patio and back into our Friend's room to use the can.
Elisa the manager acted like we were spoiled
oddballs for asking to have heat in our rooms, and kept reciting things like
"according to the law." She said they could only have so many hours of heat during the day
(24 hour period).
"But," - she said rather Stasi-like -
"perhaps I could request more hours."
The next day, after we received more heat, she made a
point to let us know that our room was “very hot” yet I could barely feel the
relief from the dampness of the cold. I had on two shirts and my vest inside
I mentioned to her that perhaps she was used to the
weather here in Italy, but to us it was cold.
She looked at me confused and
“This is May. This is our weather in May.”
Living room and dining room
See how beautiful this renovated place is?
You can see the black front door straight ahead.
As we were working out having permission to
place some food on a shelf in the refrigerator, one afternoon the 3 of us sat
here in the dining room to have lunch.
It was basically an antipasto plate with
olives, bread, olive oil, mixed cheeses and meats. There was some fruit and
glasses of wine.
We hadn't used any kitchen utensils, we bring
our own plastic plates, glasses and we had our own silverware.
Elisa and Raphaela come through while we were
eating and the look of shock on their faces told us we had done something
against the rules.
Elisa didn't say it, but we
never used the dining room again.
Oh! This is going well...
Patio and door to the kitchen on the right
This is the public courtyard.
Our Friend's adjoining room is the first door
on the left.
The kitchen door is on the right.
Our bedroom door is at the back with window
to the kitchen.
We had been given the "hairy eyeball" so many
times that basically we stayed in our rooms, freezing in the damp 58-degree
weather when we went about town.
We ate in our room and put our trash in the
trash can for Raphaela to toss for us when she cleaned.
But apparently, Raphaela reported us to
Elisa, so one morning Elisa begins to school us on the
separation of our trash.
There were bins for plastic, bins for glass
(please wash them first),
bins for cardboard that was used, bins for cardboard that was clean, bins for
organic matter, and bins for paper products.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Please, please. Make the nightmare with these
Then my prayer was answered.
The next morning, a society woman and her
daughter who were renting the upstairs room began SCREAMING.
Apparently, the hot water in their shower
The boiler was broken and the heating system
had failed (which is why we were FREEZING in our room).
All of a sudden Elisa JUMPS into action to
get this matter settled.
We are no longer the enemy, as this beau
monde verified with her anger and disgust that she would not stay at a place
that couldn't even provide the basics of heat in the room and hot water in the
Elisa offers to move the high society mother
and daughter to another location.
She gives us the same choice... or we could
get a 50% discount on the stay at the B&B while she gets the boiler fixed.
Our bathroom was like a shoebox, about 3.5
feet wide, with no place to put clothing or items like a comb or makeup.
Truly, it was as if Clarity hit her like a
punch in the face.
She tried to do everything she could to make
our stay comfortable even though we didn't have hot water.
She apologized for the inconvenience, and all
of a sudden we saw her smile for the first time.
The past bad behavior and attitude was erased
and her icy style had melted.
Elisa was quite beautiful and endearing when
she shone like that...
But would we recommend this
place for you to stay?
B&B Antiche Volte
Via Coniger 22
73100 Lecce, Italy
Contact the property for any questions or
special requests. +39 333 382 5226
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