My first night at the Berlin Resort it was after 3 am before I finally manged toss and turn myself to sleep. Still, I managed to haul out of bed in time for Tom ( who chivalrously waited for me) and I to catch the tail end of the hotel breakfast,
In my three-fifth's of a century roaming this planet I've stayed in many's the public lodging of all stripe, but I'm prepared to declare the Berlin Resort the cleanest place I've ever stayed. The housekeeping staff - most of whom appeared from their dress to be Amish or Mennonite women - were knocking at my room door before 9:30, at which time I was still hustling to get my tired act together to make it down to breakfast.
After breakfast we set out on our day in Amish Country.
To be perfectly honest, unless you're interested in shopping for Amish furniture, crafts, baked goods or cheeses there isn't a whole lot to do there. And yet it's kind of interesting just being there.
Ohio Amish Country is one of those places that's boring and interesting at the same time.
- To accurately inform visitors about the faith, culture and lifestyle of the Amish, Mennonite and Hutterite peoples.
- To extend a warm welcome and hospitality to guests among us.
- To interpret the heritage of our people to both tourists and our own faith community.
- To invite visitors to meet the Christ of our culture, His uniqueness and claim upon our lives and customs.
As for the night life in Berlin, the town closes down at around 5 pm except for the restaurants - there are only a couple in town, which we find a bit strange for a place with such a big tourist trade - which close at 8 pm except for the East of Chicago Pizza, which closes at 10.
Anyway, for dinner we did find a really local nice place called The Farmstead that one of my aerobics classmates - see yesterday's post - told me about.
As the movie showing that evening in the hotel theater didn't interest either of us, nor could we find anything of interest on any of the over 50 channels offered on the TV, we spent the rest of the night until bedtime buried in our books.
"This place is kind of boring," Tom observed.
"Yeah," I agreed.
"But it's not bad," he added.
"No, it's not," I agreed.
To Be Continued....