A Dream Comes True...or does it?

Ok, we have been following the week long honeymoon trip in the northeast from thirteen years ago. We stayed at three bed and breakfast inns in New Hampshire, Vermont and Conneticut. We are now heading to Mass. to stay in the last B&B and while we are there, plan to fulfill a lifelong dream of whalewatching (my dream, not hubby's).

So, we arrive at the B&B and it does not look like much from the outside. It is hidden in the shadows of overgrown trees and bushes yet it is on a busy street. The driveway and parking area are gravel. There is barely enough room for three or four cars.

Walking into the house, we enter a very dark library. A room full of dusty books....great for a B&B but not for honeymooners. We are greeted by an older woman and man (late 50's) yet we sense they are not a married couple. They give us directions to our room which is on the third and top floor of the house. The stairs are steep and narrow where I think I actually may be claustaphobic(sp?). We get up to our floor and there are only two doors, one on the left and one on the right. Ours is on the right so we open it and walk in. The room is amazing! There is a canopy bed to the right and a sitting area to the left with a small table with two chairs and wine glasses. The best part is the view...it overlooks the cape and you can see the lighthouse. There is also a nice (meaning remodeled) bathroom which has two robes hanging on a hook.

We are ecstatic. We then decide to go whale watching which is within walking distance of the house but of course, we take the car. We buy our tickets and get on the boat. It is one of those double decker boats where you can sit underneath or on top in the open air so we choose up on top even though it is a little cold. But that's ok, because we will sit close to each other and keep warm, we are honeymooners.

We start on our voyage and I am excited because the guide says we are guaranteed to see whales today. I am envisioning hubby having to hold on to me so I do not jump overboard to swim with the giant creatures of the sea. We move out of the bay and into the ocean. The sun is shining on our faces and it is very windy. I notice the guide talking a lot on her radio to other boats in the area. After a lot of searching and looking and wondering what is going on, the guide says we are heading back to dock. There is a storm coming and we have to get back before it hits. Now the boat is running at full speed and the waves are so choppy every time the boats comes down on the water, there is a loud CRACK and I feel my spine readjusting. I look at the old woman next to us and she is just sitting there with her eyes closed. She is a nun and I am wondering if she is praying, or heaven forbid, dead? I elbow hubby and ask him what he thinks but he assures me she is just enjoying the ride. I am still not sure she ever got off the boat.

We finally make it back and we are given coupons for a free whale watching ride another day. It is only the second time all year (this was October) they had to refund the tickets because there were no whale sightings.

Another thing that did not plan out right but we laughed it off, we were honeymooners and happy and nothing was going to get in our way, not even a dead nun.

Back at the B&B we put on our matching robes and sat at the little table with our wine glasses filled with Coca Cola and watched the sunset behind the lighthouse. Of all the B&B's, I would like to go back to this one even though the breafast was unusual. (Why can't they just serve eggs, bacon and toast at these places? Nope, at this one it was eggs with some kind of seafood in it and I am not sure what was in the potatoes. After we left there we went to McDonalds).

Now it is thirteen years later, but my heart still beats faster when I am with my hubby.