Our Lodgings

The first thing that greeted us in Asheville was:

Not bad for the lobby of a lil' ol' country inn, uh, make that Country Inn.  We stayed at a Country Inn and Suites the first time years ago, and I've liked them ever since.  They're kinda halfway in between a motel and a hotel (but more on the hotel side.)  We carry our own things in (with a luggage cart), but access to all the rooms is from the inside, there is an elevator, the ambiance is great (as you can see), with fresh fruit and homemade chocolate chip cookies on the sofa table for the taking anytime along with hot tea, coffee, or hot chocolate.  The free full breakfast including biscuits, sausage gravy, sausage, eggs, waffles, milk, orange juice, etc. sells John on Country Inns every time.  If you shop online for the room you can get one for almost (but not quite) the same price as what we call a "cheapy."

The rooms are equipped with high-speed Internet, refrigerator, microwave, 32" TV, and queen size beds - very important when John is 6'3" and *** pounds.  (I'm only 5'2", but let's just say John has started calling me Tubby Cat.  He gets away with that because cats are nice to curl up with...)  At home we have a king size bed, on Kauai we had a king size bed, but in Danville we've been making do with a double bed.  After five months and now with another three months to go, that double bed seems to get smaller every morning, so we REALLY appreciate the queen beds here!

We could have gotten a Jacuzzi suite; that would have been fun.  Asheville is normally a ski area, but they've only had a light dusting of snow so far this year.  (The Texas drought must have come a callin'.)  A waitress said yesterday that, for the last two years, by this time there was so much snow on the ground businesses had to close.  In fact, considering this is a resort/ski area, the price we paid for the room at this time of year was probably pretty darn cheap!


When I was eight or nine years old, our family moved from Texas to Nashville, Tennessee.  Our house wasn't available to move into yet, so Daddy put us up in the Biltmore Hotel.  All I can remember is that it had an inside, heated swimming pool, but I do remember Daddy being pleased as punch.  Soon, as an adult, I guess I might discover what all of the hub-bub over "Biltmore" was about.