Chapter Eleven

I found it humorous and fitting that I spent my evening in my room dining on oxtail soup; although it was far tastier and more robust than anything the cook at the inn provided. We always got the broth that was left over after she’d ladled the thick chunks of meat and vegetables to the paying guest.  The occasional chunk of meat and vegetable were far and few between. The bread the estate’s bakery produced was light and crusty and the sweet butter couldn’t be compared with.  It struck me for the first time that I’d been eating organic the entire time I was there. Even my watered down oxtail soup and crusty stale bread at the inn had been free of preservatives.  Between the clean food, fresh air, and enforced exercise, I had to admit I felt better.  I wondered if the benefits of this lifestyle on my body would teleport with me into the future or if I’d return to the Jane I was prior to my little adventure.

I’d decided to