Five years ago today.....part VI
Tuesday, May 23, 2000
Ken and I woke early so we could head out to our next destination on our "tour of New England." We went down the narrow stairwell into the ornate (and a little bit creepy) dining room. Completely different people were there this time. We were the only couple who stayed two nights, I supposed. We had sauteed bananas with nutmeg and fresh cream, swiss toast with almonds (I couldn't understand the distinction between this and FRENCH toast, but evidently there was one; the owner let us know that emphatically), mixed fruit, and again, strong coffee. We were caffeine-jolted and ready to ride.
We went into the town of Portsmouth one more time. We stopped into an arts supply store on the harbor. After we'd seen our share of this quaint town, we got into the car and drove once again into Kittery, Maine. It is like Commerce, Georgia on steroids. There were four or more major outlet malls....outlets as far as the eye could see. We found some stuff for our new pad at the Crate and Barrel outlet, and I found a sundress at the Old Navy outlet. We looked for these "roadside" lobster stands we'd been told about, but saw not one. We found a local cafe off an off-beaten path where we had creatively put together sandwiches. I think we were the only people in there who didn't know everybody else. It was quite like Mayberry.
We headed into Durham, New Hampshire and checked into the Three Chimneys Inn. It was more like an actual inn than a B&B, but it was still retaining some of its historic charm. It oozed medieval charm. Large, wooden beams were on all the ceilings. Rich, heavy tapestries everywhere, and a historic underground tavern (the Frost Sawyer Tavern) where we had a quiet dinner (we were the only ones in there). Ken enjoyed maple fried chicken, and I tried their vegetarian lasagna. The meal tasted rich and smoky, as if it had been cooked over an indoor fireplace for hours.
Rain clouds moved in, typical of New England weather in the spring. Thunder rolled as we rested in our plush quarters. It was the coziest feeling to be in such a warm environment when the weather was cold and clammy outdoors.
Ken and I woke early so we could head out to our next destination on our "tour of New England." We went down the narrow stairwell into the ornate (and a little bit creepy) dining room. Completely different people were there this time. We were the only couple who stayed two nights, I supposed. We had sauteed bananas with nutmeg and fresh cream, swiss toast with almonds (I couldn't understand the distinction between this and FRENCH toast, but evidently there was one; the owner let us know that emphatically), mixed fruit, and again, strong coffee. We were caffeine-jolted and ready to ride.
We went into the town of Portsmouth one more time. We stopped into an arts supply store on the harbor. After we'd seen our share of this quaint town, we got into the car and drove once again into Kittery, Maine. It is like Commerce, Georgia on steroids. There were four or more major outlet malls....outlets as far as the eye could see. We found some stuff for our new pad at the Crate and Barrel outlet, and I found a sundress at the Old Navy outlet. We looked for these "roadside" lobster stands we'd been told about, but saw not one. We found a local cafe off an off-beaten path where we had creatively put together sandwiches. I think we were the only people in there who didn't know everybody else. It was quite like Mayberry.
We headed into Durham, New Hampshire and checked into the Three Chimneys Inn. It was more like an actual inn than a B&B, but it was still retaining some of its historic charm. It oozed medieval charm. Large, wooden beams were on all the ceilings. Rich, heavy tapestries everywhere, and a historic underground tavern (the Frost Sawyer Tavern) where we had a quiet dinner (we were the only ones in there). Ken enjoyed maple fried chicken, and I tried their vegetarian lasagna. The meal tasted rich and smoky, as if it had been cooked over an indoor fireplace for hours.
Rain clouds moved in, typical of New England weather in the spring. Thunder rolled as we rested in our plush quarters. It was the coziest feeling to be in such a warm environment when the weather was cold and clammy outdoors.
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