The Pleasure Of Little Getaways
Rochambeau Roadside Inn, Williamsburg, Virginia | May 2025
It felt so good to getaway. To rest and explore. Have a little adventure. To let someone else do the cooking. To feast on fluffy scrambled eggs and sourdough toast, homemade granola and fruit and yogurt, and lattes crafted to perfection. (Many thanks to the chef and baristas at Hohl Cafe in Toano and Williamsburg. Yes, we ate at both locations for several meals!) To sleep in a big old king sized bed, ceiling fan whirring overhead, in a restored vintage motel. To listen to the frog serenade in the evening after a day of rain. To not care if it rained. To wander through bookstores and gardens and thrift shops. To take photographs for the sheer pleasure of noticing. To walk aimlessly. To hold hands with my husband and rest my head on his shoulder. To think of my life a step or two away and be pleased with the view. I am happier at home for having been away, even if only for a few days, even only 80 miles down the road, even though we are still the same.