I've always wanted to stay at this historic bed and breakfast located on Sassafrass Hill right off the edge of campus.
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| The entrance to Pratt Place. Aren't those doors gorgeous? |
The Dogwood Suite - We could see campus from the window! |
| I love historic homes, but a modern bathroom is a must! |
Aaron and I took the most relaxing bath, complete with bath salts. After wrapping ourselves up in the soft fluffy robes, I could barely keep my eyes open; I was so relaxed!
Friday evening, we ate at one of our favorite Italian places in town, the Pesto Cafe. It's a little hole in the wall tucked into an old motel, but it's packed every night. Those are usually some of the best places in our experience!
After dinner, we headed to Common Grounds for dessert and coffee. I got a slice of Ten Pounds of Chocolate cake - divine! Amateurs need not attempt consumption.
Back at the Inn, we shared the chocolates that had been placed on our pillows and spent awhile daydreaming about living in a house like the Inn, with a huge wraparound porch, hardwood floors, and a million dollar view of the university. I haven't been so relaxed in months!
Breakfast was delivered to our room at our requested time on Saturday morning. The scones were still warm and absolutely delicious! I also enjoyed eating the fruit with the tiny fancy fork. We felt so refined.
| Delicious and beautiful breakfast |
| Game Day cookies - Woo Pig Sooie! |
| Yummy doughnut |
To round out the trip, we ate a late lunch at Grub's and caught the Arkansas game on the huge screen they have. Most women probably would not have been happy to spend 5 hours watching football in a sports bar on a romantic getaway with their husband, especially when the game was being recorded at home, but Aaron's lucky he married a huge Razorback fan. I reminded him of that several times. ;)
We didn't talk about medical school the entire trip. Rather, we reminisced about college, dating, and our first year of marriage in Northwest Arkansas. And we dreamed about returning after residency to make new memories. It only took five years for Fayetteville to become "home," and although we love Tulsa, we're homesick. Someday, we'll finally be home again permanently.








