They arrived around 2:00 p. m. Check-in is normally from 3pm, but their room was ready. A charming French couple. They had prepared their trip well, because they already knew where to go, which places to visit. Panoramic Highway 128 along the Colorado River. The Fisher Towers. And of course, the Arches National Park. They patiently listened to the advice on restaurants, activities, but obviously they had their own program. They had booked the Bowery room, not the most expensive, but certainly the most beautiful. When they discovered it, they both exclaimed how beautiful it is. They must have appreciated the Provençal-inspired decoration, with of course an American touch. Queen Size bed, whirlpool bath for two people, ceiling fan, air conditioning, terrace with a view on the garden, patchwork bedspread. Light colours, wrought iron headboard, southern flower engravings, printed cushions with French postmarks, bouquet of wheat ears. They were staying for three nights, more than most guests who usually stay for two.

They quickly went out to enjoy the pool, which was deserted at that time of day. The clear and warm water must have helped them to relieve the fatigue of the road. They stayed there for almost an hour, then they went back to their room to change and drove off in a large Korean SUV. They returned early in the evening, swung by their room and then came out, certainly to go to dinner. When they returned, the sun was setting. They put their bathing suits back on and settled by the pool. They were not alone, a German couple was already enjoying the lit pool. They bathed anyway, and finally found themselves alone at last. The atmosphere became intimate, and they got a little too close. They quickly decided to go back to their room and locked the door. Later, they certainly saw the little plaque in the bathroom that says "All things grow with love". Kind of the unofficial motto of the establishment.

They were not often to be seen the next day. Early, they found a box in the refrigerator of the laundry room containing their breakfasts, as they had requested the day before. By 7:30 am, they had left. Their room was certainly a mess, but they had taken the trouble to clean up a little. In the bathroom, her things were on the left, and his on the right. Both wore contact lenses. They had done a laundry, their clean clothes were piled up in a bag next to the bedside. But most importantly, they had stored the rest of their clothes in the dark wooden chest of drawers. The top drawer for her. Red lace bra, mostly cotton panties, bras and sports t-shirts, shorts and bermudas, a pretty pink skirt. For him, middle drawer. Pants, socks, sleeveless and short-sleeved t-shirts, shorts, a hoodie and a nice shirt. Few hosts do this, the majority keep their belongings in the suitcase, which they leave open in a corner, or even lock outright. Theirs was in the closet, almost empty, by its weight. Only people who really feel at home do so. They came home around 6:30 pm and as the day before came out to dinner. Back at 8pm, their door was quickly closed, and no noise was heard.

They appeared at breakfast in the morning of their second night. They distinguished themselves from the other guests by sitting outside, under the canisses. In the shade, the temperature was pleasant. Very different tastes. For him, coffee, vegetable omelette and minced meat cake, then fruit brochette and dried fruit yoghurt. For her, orange juice and homemade pastries. They disappeared again and their car reappeared around 11:30 am, but they only stayed for a short 15 minutes. They had placed their walking shoes in the sun on the terrace. They were soaked. The Mill Creek walk. It's only a few minutes by car. The locals go there to escape the tourists, these two are well informed. The path runs along the river, passes a small electric dam, and winds at the bottom of the canyon. The trail and stream cross several times, and it is impossible to keep your feet dry if you want to go to the end and discover the waterfall and the remote basin where many Moab residents like to swim. The water is fresh, but very clear, and you can see the fish caressing the sandy bottom. Their unexpected return at 1pm almost surprised the staff. The vacuum cleaner was not finished in the reading room. They spent the early afternoon on the deckchairs around the pool. The other customers were out, no one bothered them. They tanned, joked, looked at their pictures on their tablet. Around 3pm, an American retiree came to settle in the sun not far from them. Then a couple and their daughter. Obviously, this was the signal for them to leave. When they returned to their room, they helped themselves to homemade cakes in the living room, cookies filled with white chocolate. Faithful to their habits, they came out with walking gear. Camera, backpack, hat, cap, sunglasses, as well as their shoes that had dried. Once again, they made a quick passage around 7:30 p.m. and did not return for good until about 8:30 p.m. And of course, they went back to the pool to cool off.

Hosts with habits. Predictable. Perfect. It was their last night. Tomorrow morning, breakfast. The glasses of lemon water. A dose light enough for them to go back to their room, powerful enough so theywould never come out. Everything grows with love. Love, these two have plenty of it. They will go under the apple tree in the orchard, which is a little sick.