When we are away from home, we usually stay in a hotel in the Hilton Hotel chain because we have Honors Points. But last week, for only the second time of our forty-three years together, we stayed at a small New England bed and breakfast, which resembled something from the fictional town of Hooterville.
When we arrived, there was no one at the check-in desk—just a phone number to telephone one of the owners. I made the phone call, but that was unnecessary because I was able to hear the person speaking to me through the walls. She came out to greet me and handed me a key. I did not need to show my credit card or an ID. It was very casual.
The room was, well, charming I guess you could say. There was a column smack dab in the middle of the room, which could prove fatal for those middle-of the-night visits to the little girls/boys room.
The ceilings were slanted like those of my childhood home. I gave myself a slight concussion one morning when I stood up too quickly after grabbing a pair of socks from the dresser drawer. (Ouch! Who knew to look?)
The kitchen, stocked with a coffee maker and mini fridge, conveniently shared the space of the toilet and shower, so one could, if desired, have a cup of Joe while relaxing on the throne. With a flick of a switch, you could turn on the light and the fan, which sounded like the engines of one of those small regional jets preparing to taxi down the runway.
They advertised that they have a Smart TV and free Wi-Fi, but they really should say “we sort of have a Smart TV and Wi-fi,” because our connection to the Web would routinely disappear while watching a show or surfing the Internet. But we were not working and I had brought a book with me, so it was not an issue, and we were, I’d remind myself, in Hooterville.
The bar reminded me of Cheers. Everyone knew everyone’s name, I saw some of the same faces each day, and by the second day, the bartender knew what kind of beer I was drinking. Despite the quirkiness of this place, I would definitely stay there again.
Overall, it was a great trip. I saw lovely scenery, I finally had a lobster roll, and best of all, I got to spend a few days with my brother, which was the reason for my trip. Sadly, I learned that despite the charm of the area, there are many places not accessible to a person in a wheelchair. That made me sad!