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Our St.Michaels Getaway


The Old Brick Inn

Last week my husband told me that he wanted to surprise me with a night away.  He had been planning it for a while.  Between co-op, clients, and the many doctors appoints we have been trying to get in before our insurance changes, there were not many options.  Except for this past Monday and Tuesday.  Monday afternoon we dropped the boys off at a friend's house and headed to St. Michaels.




St. Michaels is on the Eastern Shore in Maryland and around an hour and a half from where we live.  It is a quaint little town and many of the original homes from the 1700's are still there.  We stayed at the Old Brick Inn Bed and Breakfast.   This was the first time I have ever been to a bed and breakfast.  I have always wanted to go to one, so I was so excited to actually get to stay at one.  After we checked in and opened the door to our room, I was in awe.  The room was beautiful. 

After we settled in, we went for a walk around the town.  It was raining, but it was still nice enough to enjoy the walk. 

The following day was cooler, but the sun was shining and it was perfect.  I woke up several times early that morning to check the clock . . . I did not want to miss breakfast.  Each room has a journal in it and those who stay there can leave an entry about their stay.  I read several entries and EVERY ONE of them mentioned how wonderful the breakfast was.  So, I was ready to get out of bed and go down for breakfast as soon as it started. 

The breakfast was incredible.  It started with a fruit cup. 

What's the big deal, right?  Well, see the dollop of whipped cream on it?  I am not sure what was in the whipped cream, but it was incredible.  Next, came the cinnamon and vanilla oatmeal pancakes with pepper bacon. 


Oh, it was so good!

After breakfast we headed out for a walk around town again.  We walked down a lot of the side streets and saw so many historic homes. 


 By the time we finished with the walk, it was nice enough out and we had digested enough of our breakfast, so we decided to go for a run around town.  4 miles later we got cleaned up, packed up, and got ready to go home.  But, of course, we needed to eat lunch first.  We went to Ava's pizzeria and wine bar.  Its name does not do it justice.  Both my husband and I got sandwiches. My sandwich was the best sandwich I ever tasted.  I am really not exaggerating!  It was an toasted Italian sandwich with goat cheese and an olive salad on it.  You really could put olives on anything and I would love it, but this was amazing.  Even my husband, who does not like olives, LOVED this sandwich.  Then, we had dessert . . . chocolate molten lava cake.  All I can say is that I am glad that this restaurant is not closer to where we live!

After lunch, we headed home to pick up the boys.  We were in St Michaels for less than 24 hours, but the whole time there was so restful.  I am so glad that my husband and I were able to get away for that short time.  It was worth it!

Comments

  1. Seems like such a magical quick get-away. About 2 years ago, we started staying at Bed and Breakfast places vs. hotels...they are really so lovely huh?

    If we ever make it out your way, we may have to stay at this place:)

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  2. What a nice surprise! That place looks beautiful, glad you two got to get away :)

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  3. What a wonderful getaway. My mouth is watering beyond belief! I don't know what I was going to do if there had been a picture of that molten lava chocolate cake. YUM!

    My hubby and I have a little getaway like this in a historic town. So fun!

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