After several days of crying and the unexplained fog of pre-holiday blues, I decided my husband and I would get-away-from-it-all this weekend. By “it all” I mean the daily routine (or lack thereof lately with all the caterwauling and pre-holiday blues.)
On Monday I started searching for a delightfully landscaped, charming, private, reasonably priced, historic, yet upscale cottage or bed and breakfast in Fayetteville, Arkansas.
Why Fayetteville? I’ve never been there, they have a historic town square and the Razorbacks aren’t anywhere in sight right now.
I forgot to mention two additional search criteria—at least 30 reviews on Trip Advisor with a minimum ranking of 4 out of 5 stars or three diamonds on the AAA rating system.
I didn’t find anything except one room in a four diamond inn for $860. Quite a bargain for two nights.
We’re not going to Fayetteville.
I expanded my perimeter. I located a Victorian B&B decorated in teal and burgundy wallpaper to match the carpet. I don’t think it had been cleaned since 1988, either.
I struck out Monday. RJ suggested we wait until next weekend because this was the busiest weekend of the summer. He said I’d never find anything with the ridiculous criteria I had. He stated he wasn’t nearly as picky as I was. I offered to let him look. He said no thanks and returned to his computer.
Tuesday morning I looked for cabins within a two hour radius of our house and found a “real” rustic log cabin available this weekend. I believe it was located next to the stream where the movie Deliverance was filmed. It came with a worn, red, heart shaped hot tub on the back porch and antique dead critters on the wall. No air conditioning but plenty of windows—good thing since it’s going to be 95 degrees with a heat index of 107 this weekend. I called to book it. RJ leaned over my shoulder to look at the pictures. He read the description and his face blanched. I hung up and smiled. It was my first smile in two days.
Tuesday afternoon I changed my destination to Eureka Springs, Arkansas. We’ve been there a dozen times. It’s a very charming, historic town but also a tourist trap in the summer. I spent eight hours on the computer yesterday trying to find a room in a B&B or inn that has a bed, a tree, a road and wants my money. I gave up at 10:30 p.m. and went to bed.
I started frowning, moping and searching at 10 a.m. today. I was shocked when I found availability at a restored mansion in the best part of town. I’m a little leery because their website needs updated, I can’t find any reviews and their prices are reasonable.
But, what the hell—we’re going to Eureka! I booked a geographical cure and I’m going to be happy.
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