I met the owner this morning as I was greeted so wonderfully as I ambled up the stairs and into the main part of the house for breakfast. Her name is Beverly, and she hugged me. She said she was a hugger. I like that. Very warm, very pleasant, very personal. Since I’m so big into the idea of life being all about relationships and all. We had a nice chat about her house, her kids, and her husband. Wonderful lady.
Her 10-month old has me missing my baby! Sniff sniff…
At least I know Steve is missing Lefty, so we can commiserate together. I called last night and spoke to my wife, she put me on speaker phone and I talked to baby, she responded to my voice with loud utterances of “da” “da”, over and over again. That put a hurtin on the old heart, you know.
Anyway, check out what they served me as the first course of breakfast this morning. Sorry for the photo quality, it’s a phone pic.
Yup Yup.
Fresh canteloupe, strawberries, grapes, coffee, orange juice, grape currants, and this was just the first course!
The second course brought scrambled eggs, smoked sausage, biscuits, and grits.
Have I mentioned how much I am liking this B&B?
A later post will have pictures of the entire house (slide show) as posted with Beverly’s permission. I am going to start looking for a good B&B for San Antonio next year! Who’s in with me?
Making me hungry!
Boy, a real southern breakfast. You must have been in hog heaven.