Probably the most emblematic anecdote I have about the splendor of Bedford Springs comes from our post-dinner stroll back to our room on Friday night. As we passed through the Game Room (not pictured here, come on this place has a million rooms I can't be expected to photograph them all I am on vacation.) I overheard a perturbed woman summoning one of the resort staff.
"Do you see this here? This is a Scottie dog," the woman explained, curling over one of the puzzles left out for casual assembly by hotel guests, "but there is clearly no Scottie dog in this puzzle!" She proclaimed this pointing adamantly to a puzzle box top image on the table. I couldn't contain my laughter. In a nearby hall I burst out into unexpected belly laughs. Jac ushered me away from the scene as he noted the woman's husband was keeping a low profile in that very hall.
It was rejuvenating to find my laughter. And its source was such a perfect example of why we found the resort so relaxing and comforting. When faced with perfection in accommodations, amenities, food, entertainment and experience, this woman was forced to adamantly point up the one fault she could find - the presence of a wayward puzzle piece where it clearly did not belong.
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