Time flies when you’re having a bun in the oven. Actually, that’s not true at all. This pregnancy seems to drip like molasses. I digress. What I mean is that I’ve been married to Stan for a year now, and though I can’t help but celebrate him being mine like everyday, we both figured a trip would be a satisfactory way to mark one year together.
Note, this is not the babymoon, because I want to drink and not despise traveling on my babymoon. Therefore the babymoon is happening post-baby. Experienced Mamas if you think that’s a horrible idea, don’t tell me, because I’m already planning it (insert nervous face emoji).
I digress again (a theme today). This post is really to tell you that Stan and I went to Vermont for our one-year anniversary, and we are so in love with it, that we can’t wait to go back, maybe buy real estate if we ever have a couple-hundred-thou lying around. Day one of our trip (Dec 31) was driving 9.5 hours and crashing at our hotel. It wasn’t an ideal way to spend NYE. After all, Stan was asleep when the ball finally dropped in NYC. But Jan 1 made up for our NYE lameness.
On New Years, we woke-up for brunch at Butch and Babe’s. The not-too-crowded, not-too-empty restaurant had an old cafe feel with servers who dress in sweaters and jeans (the owner was one of them) and decor actually crocheted by the owner’s grandmother. The food blew us away, setting a tone for all the delicious meals that Vermont has to offer.
Knowing that tasting our way through Burlington was a marathon, we left the donuts (above) looking glamorous on their displays and ventured to Burlington’s famous walking path on Church Street. We discovered shops.
And finally took respite in a tea shop, because I could no longer feel fingers or toes. The tea shop, Dobra Tea, was recommended by my sis, Marie, and she did not let us down. Complete with tables in nooks, and vibey world music, we found the hygge we needed to thaw us out. Stan took lots of pictures. Here are just a few:
We choose an oolong tea, and, lucky for me, my half-Taiwanese husband knew how to pour and drink it.
After tea, and Stan made friends with the owner (that was also a theme of our trip), we ventured to Essex, Vermont where we stayed at the Inn at Essex, a former culinary school. Everything about the resort was food themed, down to the availability of cooking classes (that we no way could afford, but the idea is adorbs).
Stay tuned for more Vermont adventures. In the next post, we visit a Montreal-style bagel shop that has GLUTEN-FREE bagels (sorry, this pregnancy has me just a little excited about anything that taste good and has calories).
Happy New Year!