So what does one do when they are a die hard early riser and they find themselves in a room with three sleeping teenagers?
I had spent considerable time thinking about this beforehand and this is what I decided would probably work the best. I planned to set out as much as possible the night before the things that would be needed.
Upon waking the next morning, with the light of my phone, I was able to rustle through gathering my clothes and toiletry bag as I quietly slipped into the bathroom. Then I unabashedly exited from the room and headed to the lobby.
Sally, the Inn's resident cat greeted me. Not exactly the same as my own three cats morning's greetings, but I definitely saw some common ties here. And there was plenty of hot coffee offered along with the glow of an electric fireplace that radiated warmth, and since snow flakes were spinning lightly outside on this cold morning a certain ambience was secured. Important when one is away from home.
Eventually everyone awakened and came downstairs for breakfast. It was to be a another full day of dancing, and then a ballet to attend that evening.
