We awoke to the last day. It was obvious we were on the way out – a suitcase of dirty clothes and two boxes of wine were packed, and we both had that feeling in the pits of our stomachs – that feeling that reality is fast-approaching. The final day of a vacation is never fun – you have to pack, finish up “business” like checking out, turning in the car, checking into your flight, blah blah, and then you have to get home and unpack all of your loot and start real life all over again. The silver lining in this final day of vacation was that we did have a decent amount of time to get some more action in. So we got ready, packed, and went down to eat the last meal from the B&B. They must have known that french toast was my favorite because...
