So sorry I disappeared, but I'm back and ready to tell our story. So, the day we arrived to the Bears Inn B&B, we rested from our drive for awhile. It really was a relaxing trip. We read books, watched tv, took naps, etc. Toward the evening, we drove to the little town to find a place to eat. AT first we went into a little cafe and waited and waited and waited for someone to direct us to a seat or even acknowledge our presence, but no one ever did. So we left and went to a pizza restaurant called BeauJo's. It was really good! They had salad and their own homemade pizza. And when you get down to the crust, they give you honey to dip it in. It was really good. While we were there, we watched the beginning of the Democratic National Convention. We couldn't really hear it though. After BeauJo's we went back to the Inn and put on our bathing suits and robes and walked out to the hot tub in the back. I didn't really want to go at first, because my body, unfortunately, has been genetically predispositioned to make and keep stretchmarks after bearing a child. So I just didn't want anyone to see. Thankfully, nobody else was around, so we snuck out in the night. It was a really beautiful night, too! Being up in the mountains, the air was cool and the stars were so bright!
The next day, I was SOOO looking forward to breakfast. I LOVE B&B's for their breakfasts. Well, I'm sad to report, but the breakfast was not what I was expecting. I'm a southern girl and I grew up eating...well, cereal, mostly, but I LOVE pancakes,waffles, biscuits, grits, eggs and especially bacon. There has to be bacon!! So basically it's gotta be a good fattening and hearty breakfast. Anyway, we were seated at our table with a few others. The room was real pretty and festive. Our host, Vicki, has made this place SO nice. As we're sitting there, we're introducing ourselves to the others and the waitress brings out parfaits. YUM. I was thinking, "Okay, this is good stuff. I can handle this." Then, she brings out this pink juice called Guava (I think that's how you spell it). A healthy juice. And that's all she brought out! No OJ or milk? Everyone at the table was going on and on about how good the breakfasts are here and how they love the juice. ICK. After the parfait, I was hoping for something a little better, at least in my opinion. Well, they brought out the main breakfast course. And Vicki came out to explain what it was and what was in it. 'Cause believe me, she really had to explain. It didn't look like anything I'd ever eaten before. I'm sure Trapper could see the disappointment and confusion in my face. It was practically screaming, "What the crap is this?!" I'll try to describe it to you, but I really can't remember what it all was. First, there was a scone that had ginger and carrot and cranberries in it. That wasn't so bad. To the right of that was eggs with spinach. I like eggs, but this was kind of bland. I had to put a lot of salt on it. I also noticed at that moment that no one else picked up the salt or pepper. Just me. I guess it tasted find to them. To the left of the eggs was bacon, but not the bacon I was dreaming about the night before. It was tough and had some weird spice to it. That wasn't so bad either, but I still didn't eat it all. The last thing on the plate was some weird red grainy stuff. Maybe in the texture of grits, but it almosted tasted like I was eating dirt if not for the spicy flavor it had. Who eats spicy stuff for breakfast!!?? I realized that this lady, Vicki, was a health NUT. I ate VERY slowly. Not only did this food not appeal to my taste buds, but I HAD to drink the nasty juice because of how dry and hot my mouth felt. I remember at one moment having to tell myself to slow down so I wouldn't puke it all back up. The funny thing about all this is that everyone at the table, including Trapper, thought the meal was super good. They loved how different and tasty (gag) it was. After I stopped and made the excuse that I was just too full to keep going, I asked the waitress for a glass of OJ. She was like, "Um, I don't know if we have any, but I'll check." It was a pleasant sight when she brought out a small OJ juice box. And I'm not even a big OJ fan. My father-in-law, Kim, will attest to this. He has his kids "down with the hatch" with their juice each morning. The first time I was told this, I tried, but couldn't bring myself to do it.
Okay, so on with the trip. We finally left that place. I loved everybit of it except for the breakfast and that's the one thing I look forward to. So I don't think I'll ever want to go back.
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