We wanted a place to stay between Virginia and Tennessee, to cut the hip-wrenching, eye-popping drive in half. And was nothing; even the ever-reliable Hampton Inns were packed.
So when Rebecca gets a sniff of a vacant room in a bed & breakfast in
Nowheresville Natural Bridge, Virginia, we jump at it.
It just so happens that the owners are British. And that they’ve themed the place as an English” inn.
This is not something neither of us need to experience. But straight out of a nativity story, it’s the only Inn with any room, and we…okay, the guy makes promises over the phone of an English breakfast, which to be honest I’m feeling pretty good about. So we go for it. Continue reading