Tuesday, July 2, 2013
There's No Place Like Home
I had a wonderful experience at a B&B two weekends ago. It may or may have not been at my parents house. A couple of drinks for happy hour on the newly stained deck with a few friends, tucked in by the owner at bedtime with an oscillating fan, tv & extra blankets, fresh squeezed OJ & fruit for breakfast on the screened-in porch complete with newspaper for reading and then I took the house bike for an hour-long bike ride.
I had no course in mind, but just cruised around all my favorite stomping grounds; elementary school, high school, church, parks, neighborhoods, and old friend's houses. Very nostalgic. I felt so lucky to be able to have such fond memories of my childhood and growing up where I did. It was the best bike ride I've taken since I can remember.