Breezewood is far too pleasant a name for the state's largest truck stop. It was breezy, though. I'll give it that. We arrived at Bob Evans just as a bus of (I believe) senior citizen casino-goers entered the restaurant. Our service was spotty. The iced coffee was disappointing. Dad took over driving until we made it through D.C....I think. I slept through all of it.
The hotel room is unremarkable, with the exception of a rather large mini-fridge (semi-oxymoron intentional), but it is the only hotel in the city that has an oceanside swimming pool. I like that I could wake up in the morning and walk 10 feet from my patio door and fall into a pool.
After a thunderstorm finally coaxed Rosalie out of the pool we settled on Shorebreak for dinner, a sports bar that touts the "best pizza in Virginia Beach." I didn't eat any of the pizza. Pretty good french fries, though. And Stella and Leinenkugel on tap.
All in all a pretty low-key first day, but I'm sure nine hours in a car left little room for a fun-filled afternoon. I am exhausted, and looking forward to sleeping in (which will likely mean waking up at 7:30 instead of 7, because I'm bananas).
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| The shoreline, pre-thunderstorm. |
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| Rainbow! |
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| How Rosie spent most of our road trip. |
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| Who needs to take selfies when you have a daughter that steals your phone? |
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