My roommate had to go on a work trip, about a four hour drive away.
She asked if I wanted to come along. For me, this meant: a weekend away, getting to see some friends that I hadn’t seen in a while, and helping her out a bit working with kids. I said sure.
As funny as it might sound, at the age of 30, I’d never stayed at a bed and breakfast before.
We arrived to a beautiful home with cobblestone steps and a garden outside. Inside? A stunning wooden staircase that looked like it had come from a movie, and more fancy dishes than I would have ever known what to do with. The owner told us…..Read more here