This was my thought as we drove away from the B&B of the previous night. 4th of July weekend, hotels were full, but one of them directed us to this gorgeous B&B. The hosts couldn't have been nicer and welcomed us to a lovely room.
Then the experience began to slowly unravel. The wife gave the Stepford Wives a bad name. The religious tracts in the room were a clue there was an agenda other than providing a pillow for our heads. The host's gratuitous hugging gave me the creeps.
And then there was breakfast. Lovely meal, preceded, of course, by a prayer that perhaps the atheists and Jews at the table might have objected to. Then there was a lengthy description of the local sightseeing opportunities, particularly the sand dune adventures, delivered as we ate. This would have been fine were it not for his frequent mention of orifices, as in, "You'll be cleaning the sand out of your orifices for days." Hard to not snort with laughter and send my food back onto the plate.