I nearly bumped into Nate, when he stopped suddenly on the sidewalk and moved towards the hotel’s large doors.
I gasped and stuttered, “Wait… What? Are we staying here?”
He just grinned, saying nothing as he held open the door for me to follow him into the hotel lobby.
A bellhop standing under the hotel’s awning smiled at me and nodded his head in welcome.
Oh gosh, this is just a dream and I’m going to wake up, right?
I was following Nate, my mouth agape and eyes wide as I took in the chandeliers and intricately carved detail.
Nicole, you are making it obvious that you have never been here before. Seriously, get a grip. Everyone else is acting like this is no big deal. Like they’re just walking through the supermarket.
But this wasn’t the supermarket. This was huge.
The Omni Parker House Hotel is the longest continuously operating hotel in the United States. Some of its literary guests have included Dickens, Emerson, Thoreau, Hawthorne, and Longfellow. Its chefs created the Parker House Rolls… and the Boston Cream Pie. And if that isn’t enough to amaze and impress, its elaborate detail will make up for the rest.
That and I had dreamed of this moment since I was a little girl. I hadn’t known when it would happen… or who the young gentleman carrying my luggage would be. But I had known that I would stay here.
And now it was happening. And I was fighting the intense urge to squeal and throw my arms around my husband’s neck.
I was able to fight off that urge… but only until we made it to our room. (to be continued…)