I stayed at the Sea Breeze, an idyllic inn on Block Island, in their one "group house," five rooms with two shared bathrooms.

It’s an absolutely lovely place and the shared bathrooms keep the price down.

It’s fun, too because breakfast is a nice social time at 8:30 or so when the guests come down to a a colorful buffet of fresh cantaloupe, blueberries, nectarines, strawberries, and kiwi, delicious coffee, and muffins, croissants, and bagels (with butter, jam, cream cheese).

And the breakfast even has a Brooklyn buzz: the Sea Breeze uses Claireware coffee cups!

Guests gather at the picnic table or Adirondack chairs in the outside area that faces the ocean. Need I say more?

The other morning, a nice woman came downstairs from the second floor. I had seen her husband a couple of days earlier. He had an urban vibe; a distinctly New York look. She was packing up, getting ready to leave after a week on the island.

"The party’s over," she said. "Time to get back."

Where do you live, I asked her.

I could feel it:  Brooklyn, she said. 

"I live in Brooklyn, too." I said excitedly. "Which part?"

Williamsburg, she said.

We talked a bit about re-entry. She said it’s hard to re-adjust to Williamsburg after Block Island. Quite a contrast.

"Williamsburg is fun, isn’t it?" I said.

"Williamsburg is basically a construction site these days," she said.

I know what she means.

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