"How far away is Massachusetts?"
"About 12 hours, maybe more." My husband has less than a keen grasp on geography. Also, he asks questions out of order. When he asks me about Massachusetts, I know there's a question behind the question.
"How would you like to sleep in Lizzie Borden's house?" Ah, the real question. Dan had read that the Borden residence was now a bed and breakfast and he was pretty sure I'd be interested. After all, he's met me. When we went to London I insisted on taking the Jack the Ripper Walk, the one led by Donald Rumbelow, author of The Complete Jack the Ripper, so I could get him to autograph my copy.
I'm not saying that I would want to do the Assassination Vacation thing like Sarah Vowell, but true crime interests me and we had been talking about a long weekend getaway.
But there was a problem. Two, actually. Apart from the fact that Massachusetts was too far to drive for a three-day weekend, there was the ambience of the Borden b-n-b, as I learned online. Far from true crime, it was being billed as paranormal. Psychic readings. Ghost cams. All that ooga-booga shit I have no use for. I was glad to abandon the idea and search for less hokey, and closer, accommodations.
The next thing Dan suggested was a castle. I had told him about the wonderful castle tours in Ireland, and he thought he remembered that there were castles – or at least replica castle hotels – within our state. So back to the Internet I went.
There are indeed castles in Ohio. None authentic, as we've never had an Earl of Chillicothe or Baron of Akron, but several nonetheless. Some sounded very interesting, with little, attached taverns or pubs or assorted square and round towers. The problem here was that they were out of our price range. We could afford one night. Driving somewhere, spending one night, and driving back isn't my idea of relaxation, unless we have an interesting relative within driving distance, which we mostly don't.
(We're keeping some of the non-hotel castles in mind as day trips. A tour and a meal sound like a fine one-day getaway.)
By chance, the next day I got an email from a travel discounting service (all right, it was TravelZoo), advertising a 60% off rate on a stay at a working farm in Kentucky. Not an old farm, but one built in the 90s, recent enough to have Jacuzzis in some rooms and Wifi throughout.
If that sounds a lot like glamping, well it is. But the place also offers opportunities to milk cows or goats; gather eggs for breakfast; learn canning, gardening, and other farm-type activities, plus take tours of a thoroughbred horse park or bourbon distilleries and vinyards.
Two discounted nights at the farm were only a few dollars more than one night in a castle, and only three hours or so away. And it seemed a pleasant combination of rest and recreation. I emailed, got a speedy answer to my question, and booked right away, in the middle of the night, from my tablet. Now we have a voucher and just have to pick a date, perhaps around our anniversary.
There's no crime connection, and no pseudo-castle, but there is fresh air in different surroundings, plus activities that will take me back to my childhood stays at Uncle Sam's farm. (Yes, I had an actual Uncle Sam. I also had an actual Aunt Jemima. Yes, I know it's funny.)
In one day our travel plans had ricocheted from creepy to medieval to rustic. We're flexible like that.
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