It was a Saturday night and the city was hopping when we left the brewery. I hoped to muster up some energy to go out but Brad got lucky as I was running on fumes. The Stone Soup Inn was beautiful. They have ten rooms, some of them being lofts and a carriage house. We booked the Craftsman room which shared a bathroom. Brad wasn't keen on sharing a bathroom but the price was good and there was a possibility their other room wasn't booked. I reminded him later that we stayed at a bed and breakfast in Providencetown years ago when we picked up his Raleigh bike with pull rod brakes. We ended up at The John Randall House where our room had a shared bath because there were no crooms available in the town because there was a schooner race.
Providencetown was bustling with people and it was a rainy weekend. I was jumping in and out of the van to find a room. When we finally found a room, it was on the third floor with a shared bath. And we had to share the bath. I didn't care and Brad survived. Again, the place was decorated well and we got to hang out in their kitchen for a cup of tea before we went out for dinner. Some bed and breakfast are more formal and do not allow guests in their "working" spaces. I know there is something to keeping to yourself and unwinding in a hotel room. But I am the extrovert in the relationship jumping with excitement when we travel. So I love it when the owners make us feel at home.
The Stone Soup Inn was a beautiful, turn of the century home with expansive high ceiling rooms, ten foot doors, hard wood throughout the house and wainscoting trim. They had a gym in their basement, too. I wasn't bright-eyed and bushy-tailed to venture down to the see their gym as I should have because I haven't stayed in a bed and breakfast with a gym and they don't have pictures on their website.
Our room was comfortable and we had the bathroom all to ourselves. I had to remind myself not to walk around in my pjs and leave the door open like it was my home. It is the slow season for inns and I felt badly for their business. Hopefully they make a killing during the in season because they have an awesome home in a beautiful historic neighborhood. And we missed breakfast of sausage and eggs and pastries as we got on the road at 6:14 est. You cannot get that from a staying in a Marriott.
