Monday, November 15, 2010
B&B - The Place For Me!
Husby had at out of town interview for a Residency program last week and they hosted a pre-interview dinner the night before with a few current residents, the applicants and their spouses. Because we had to go up the night before the interview, they put us up in a Bed and Breakfast in a quaint part of town.
We drove up to the B&B at dusk and a girl with long hair stingy hanging over her face hobbled toward us with a creepy look on her face. She walked as if she'd been hit by a car and the look on her face mimicked one you would see in a horror movie. Husby and I slowly turned to each other and bursted out laughing.
We walked inside the front door and it was dead silent. There was no one to be found and we didn't know what to do. I meandered into a room that went into another room and we found the check-in desk. We rang the bell to let them know we were there and we heard kids running through a hall screaming. Kids we never heard before that moment. Kids that sounded like GHOST CHILDREN. Again, we looked at each other and died laughing. Totally creepy and totally hilarious.
A little old lady welcomed us in and showed us around. We climbed the creaky stair case and she showed us the movie cabinet, the butler's pantry filled with snacks, beverages and china, a hall closet filled with necessities in case you forgot something from home (they literally had anything you could ever need - all free of charge), and of course, our room.
The doors to each room had a plaque with a different name on them. This kind of creeped me out at first because instantly I thought, "I bet that's the name of someone who died in that room". Ours was Anna Augusta. I just knew she would be the one to visit me at my bedside that night chanting "oooohhhhh, I am the ghost of Bed and Breakfast's past.....ooooohhhhh!" You better believe I kept one eye opened all night long.
After we dropped our things off, we freshened up for the dinner and headed out. We enjoyed a very long, very enjoyable evening with such nice couples. It was an unexpected delight (I anticipated fake smiles and feign interest in conversation), and we had a great evening. When we got back to the B&B, we walked by the butler's pantry to grab a coke and there was a scrumptious cake atop beautiful china waiting to be devoured. I helped myself to a slice and enjoyed the little midnight snack before retiring to a movie in bed with Husby.
There was a homemade binder full of information on the town they had compiled for the guests, waiting on our bed. It also had the history of the house which was so interesting to read about. Also, they had the "guest book" where people who had stayed in there before you leave comments about their experience. Some were sweet, some were too-much-information, and some were sad. It was interesting to see the variety of people that blow around from place to place - and reading their story as to how they arrived.
The next morning we were welcomed with a spread of goodies for breakfast and we leisurely prepared for the day before Husby headed out to his interview. Staying at a B&B is just so vastly different from a corporate American hotel. You feel a true sense of being welcome and prepared for. It is so much more intimate and inviting. If you need something, you either go hunt for it or wander downstairs and ask the owners who make you feel like anything but an intruder. I so enjoyed our time in that little place. Though we had many laughs at the eerie feelings we had at the beginning, it turned out to be a relaxing, comfortable, sweet peek into the past - when time moved slower and human interaction was always face-to-face. From now on, I will always check B&B rates before searching hotels. The experience alone is head and shoulders above the rest.