I got the idea for this story from personal experience. Friends from the Yukon called me up, oh, five years ago and asked if they could stay with us during the Olympics. I checked my schedule and discovered that, yes, we had an opening during that time. We put away all dreams of renting out our home for seventy-five million dollars, which probably turned out to be a wise move since there is no worse hope than a vain one. Besides, they are not just friends, they are good friends.
On the appointed day they arrived, the snow not quite completely melted from their parkas. They bought us gelato and paid for sushi and Thai food take-out which, we learned, is not as readily available north of 60 as you might think. They stood for hours in rainy line-ups for buses to take them up Cypress Mountain so they could spend one hour watching aerial skiers emerge from the fog, wandered about downtown to see people wander about downtown, gave us an extra couple of tickets that they had bid for on the 2010 sales site, but did not expect to win. In short, they had a great time and they were the perfect guests. Fun, friendly, generous. Boy, am I glad they're gone.
Out of that, I questioned people about their own guest experiences during the Olympics. Purely unscientific, understand, but perhaps represenative of what makes for a good stay. Guest Etiquette