sincerely swaim

Staying at a Bed and Breakfast makes me nervous.

I thought I would much rather prefer giving a hotel clerk my last name, receiving my key card, and finding my way to the elevator. Alone.

B&B’s lend themselves to personal touches and making your stay feel like visiting a family member or friend, and Justine Inn did just that.

The tree-lined streets had me swooning with historical nostalgia before we even parked the car.

Walking up the steps to the 145-year-old home filled with me a childlike giddiness that I had a hard time articulating, so it came out in scrunched up smiles, self-given squeezes, and not-so-silent squeals.

We were greeted, introduced to, escorted, and encouraged to ‘give a holler upstairs’ if we needed anything.

We closed the door to our room, Provence, for the night, and I melted.

The built-in bookshelves, antique fireplace, view of the street, and gold touches left me undone with joy.

Travel does that at times. It leaves you breathless and brainstorming about how quickly you can revisit the destination.

(The homemade breakfast laid out for us on a white linen tablecloth the following morning might have added a point or two to the magic)

Click this link to discover the magic of Justine Inn for yourself.