Thursday, June 25
“Motels are for the anonymous. B&B’s are for the gregarious.”
That was the conclusion I reached at breakfast this morning. In addition to the couple we had met earlier, we were joined by two other couples. One person kept introducing himself over and over again, making almost too much of an attempt to be sociable. The other was an older couple who had come up for the evening from Portland, just to get away. It was still a lively breakfast conversation.
We’re still trying to adjust to staying here. The place is filled with antiques, but none of the chairs are really comfortable. While it’s lovely, there’s no good place to sit and relax. In our own room, the most comfortable place to sit is the bed itself.
Our hosts had told us of two elderly women who had stayed at the inn for nearly two months. That was their record for a single stay, and they were tired of their guests by the end of it. I couldn’t imagine, not to mention how dreadfully costly that would be.
There is also the matter of no TV or access to the outside world (other than Internet.) We disparately wanted to watch CNN or listen to NPR to get more news about Sanford. What we had seen online was about what I would expect. Even the Republicans in the state are tired of him, but the Lt. Gov. isn’t a great option.
The food here has been fantastic, and both the hosts and other patrons have been friendly. Even so, I think next time we’ll stop all along, rather than park in one spot for a week.