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It's strange to be home. Though it wasn't our first choice to stay at a resort whose heyday had passed before I was born, the place really grew on us.
Even the dogs miss it. The Flamingo in Santa Rosa provides "pet-friendly" rooms, located on the ground floor and featuring Pergo flooring instead of carpeting. Near the room was a nice shady dog run. Every morning, I would take my four-legged children bye-bye on a walk so they could get their daily exercise. Cousins liked to bring them treats from dinner. All in all, the dogs quickly got used to vacation, and seemed eager to return to the room even after we'd packed to leave. Hedonists.
My sister in-law quickly sussed out the politics of the pool area. Every morning about 7:30, she would bring out tote bags and towels and stake out the pagoda. The family would proceed to lounge the rest of the day, swimming, ordering things from the menu, sharing letters and pictures, and playing Scrabble.
We drove to the ocean. We paid exorbitantly for pedicures. I tried Bulleit bourbon and now nothing less will satisfy me. Can't imagine why I'm sad to be home, can you? ::sigh::
In other news, I'm happy to report that St. Gulik's Room of Good Intentions is tamed once again! Yes, I spent all my weeknights one week organizing the room in time for my book club's meeting. Now it's - well, not beautiful, but functional and nice to look at.
Even the dogs miss it. The Flamingo in Santa Rosa provides "pet-friendly" rooms, located on the ground floor and featuring Pergo flooring instead of carpeting. Near the room was a nice shady dog run. Every morning, I would take my four-legged children bye-bye on a walk so they could get their daily exercise. Cousins liked to bring them treats from dinner. All in all, the dogs quickly got used to vacation, and seemed eager to return to the room even after we'd packed to leave. Hedonists.
My sister in-law quickly sussed out the politics of the pool area. Every morning about 7:30, she would bring out tote bags and towels and stake out the pagoda. The family would proceed to lounge the rest of the day, swimming, ordering things from the menu, sharing letters and pictures, and playing Scrabble.
We drove to the ocean. We paid exorbitantly for pedicures. I tried Bulleit bourbon and now nothing less will satisfy me. Can't imagine why I'm sad to be home, can you? ::sigh::
In other news, I'm happy to report that St. Gulik's Room of Good Intentions is tamed once again! Yes, I spent all my weeknights one week organizing the room in time for my book club's meeting. Now it's - well, not beautiful, but functional and nice to look at.