Welcome to VacationUSA.us

There is no place else on Earth that can offer the variety of experiences and scenery as the USA.  And, we'll be keeping America green by spending  our dollars here instead of on foreign shores.

Every part of our beautiful land can be visited from one of  the more than 1600 Bed and Breakfast Inns conveniently located throughout the fifty states.  Most of them are located near the attractions that are the most interesting to see.  Some of them are located in areas that are their own attraction, set in areas of breathtaking beauty or offering soul satisfying serenity. 

 

We invite you to experience the wonders of the USA along with the hospitality found only at an American Bed and Breakfast Inn.

The following poem was written by  a Wellesley College English professor named Catherine Lee Bates in 1893.  It is said that she was hiking in Colorado and was so inspired by the beauty of our land that she wrote this.  It has been considered by many that this should have been  our national anthem.

O beautiful for spacious skies,

 
 
 
 
   
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare of freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!

O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!

O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for halcyon skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the enameled plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till souls wax fair as earth and air
And music-hearted sea!

O beautiful for pilgrims feet,
Whose stem impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till paths be wrought through
wilds of thought
By pilgrim foot and knee!

O beautiful for glory-tale
Of liberating strife
When once and twice,
for man's avail
Men lavished precious life!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till selfish gain no longer stain
The banner of the free!

O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till nobler men keep once again
Thy whiter jubilee!

 

 

 

 

 

Have I seen the beauty of our coasts, rockbound Maine, sun drenched Florida, the surf of Hawaii, the California sunset, the fishing in Alaska and the myriad of beach scenes between them?

 

Have I visited the great museums of our land or toured the breathtaking national parks?

 

Have I tasted the mouth watering foods  or seen the excitement at the scores of ethnic celebrations throughout our land?

 

Have I strolled the small town streets in rural America that are every bit as colorful as any I could find in other countries but are more meaningful to me because they are part of my own heritage?

 

Wouldn't it be nice not to have to worry about the dangers that exist in foreign lands, uprisings, food safety, language problems, expensive transportation, and generally being taken advantage of because I would be considered a foreigner?