ear Mom,
Remember that Inn we stayed at in Vermont where everything from the kitchen was heaven? You always said that if I ever found anything like it again to let you know. I did!...and it’s called Britt Scripps Inn.
My morning began with a fresh-cooked breakfast of homemade breads, pastries, fresh-squeezed orange juice and specially brewed coffee served in the dining room or out on the big wrap around porch (while I finally read a complete newspaper!) And if that wasn’t enough, every afternoon they serve wine and artisan cheeses in the parlor where I’ve been able to meet some very interesting guests. Last night I started a game of backgammon that ended up as a tournament. The whole time someone was playing Cole Porter and Gershwin on the Inn ’s vintage Steinway. It was a magical evening.
Well, I’ll close for now. I’ll send you photo’s of the place when I get home – if I ever come home!
Love, Jill
