Why don't you guys go ski? I rather Lounge!

I can’t believe my life. Here I am at a different Inn, in less then a week apart. What is it about traveling that is so incredibly therapeutic? Is it slipping into a fantasy? Or is the fact that today I don’t have to do anything that might slightly complicate my life? I don’t know…But guess what?
The Inn-keeper just brought me a cup of tea, and I am sitting in front of a fire in the living room of a well appointed historical Inn at Woodstock, Vermont. And writing on my lap-top…wireless & shit…
(Sorry need to take a brake & pour in my apple cinnamon tea from my Villeroy & Boch “Wave” tea pot to my V&B tea cup….)
God that was exhausting!
All kidding aside I will have to admit I am slightly obsessed by owning & managing an Inn one day. However its location and business model keeps being altered in my mind…
Each time I visit a B&B in Maine, an Haute-Maison in Provence, a Cottage in Oregon …I fall more in love with the possibilities of becoming part of this club.
At a quick glimpse becoming an Inn-keeper seems to be an occupation that speaks to my dysfunctions.
First and foremost of I have a soul of a slave…Love pleasing people…Love to cook, to decorate, to entertain…to host. I also love to control people…Their travels, their restaurant choices…their shopping habits & their wardrobes’…
I am The Classic Jewish Mother…in the body of a Judeo Turkish Homo!
I mean it seems like the perfect retirement plan…Doesn’t it?
For years I wanted for this to be in Europe. Possibly in France. Provence is God’s piece of earth…that is simply healing. The nature envelopes you & the quite…the stillness of the acres and acres of land invites you to partner up…To some how to get down to the basics…
Then there were the years I could not imagine this Inn being anywhere but on an Island. A small Island in Greece…Not that I have visited Greece yet…but I was sure that my top of the hill property… landscaped with pine, fig & olive trees…was waiting for me.
I could see me running the attached Tavern, I could see me riding my bike to the sea side early am to buy fresh fish from the fisherman arriving from their recent journey, I could see me dancing sirtakis with my guests until dawn…I guess there is a little Zorba in me trying to unleash…
Lately I have been imaging this INN to be in USA. It now is an Organic Farm…somewhere in a beautiful horse-land… It is more of an oversize barn… but it has more Dwell-like qualities…and less of a turn of the Century antique. It has to be driving distance to NYC…and not to far from the ocean…
(OK! I too want to live in a Ralph Lauren ad. No actually I want to rent RL my Inn as a backdrop for his new campaign shoot.)
With a climate change in summer …when & if I choose to…I should be able to swim for hours and hours. I still want an herb garden, still want to cook… yet I think I need the bathrooms to be designed by Waterworks…. www.waterorks.com and the kitchen to have La Cornue appliances…. www.lacornue.com
Am I getting too comfort seeking in my ripe age of 43?
I also have a need to be close to my kids…and the families that they will create. I absolutely need to be in a town (however small or charming) that has a great coffee shop & espresso machine.
Because it is 12:30 pm now & I still have not had my macchiato…
I am going to walk to town& discover & see if Woodstock makes the cut?

PS: The Lauren Inn- is fine…Not amazing…but fine…If you need to sit & write….while the BOYS are skiing…I am sure better then most in the area…Loved the staff in the restaurant last night…And the side dishes…( Bok Choy with Mushrooms, Green Beans with Almonds and Brussels Sprouts with Bacon)

THE LAUREN INN & RESTAURANT:
3 Church Street Woodstock, VT 05091
ph: 802.457.1925 fax: 802.457.1990
http://www.thelaureninn.com/

WOODSTOCK, VERMONT:
www.woodstockvt.com