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Tales from a resort

Back in November I talked a little bit about  the fact that I didn't feel like I had time to come to terms with my cancer diagnosis and everything that has happened since. This week I remedied that by taking a week off - a week I promised myself back then. My dear husband has allowed me time off away from everyone and I am here at a resort about 1 1/2 hours away from home, alone. Without husband. Without KIDS!!

This is my think time and my no responsibility time. I don't have to be anywhere or do anything. I don't have to explain myself if I wanted to sleep in or go back to bed after breakfast. If I felt like watching TV until 2:00am, I could (I haven't).

I thought it would be entertaining to share the less serious aspects of my stay here:

  • I had buffet breakfast the first morning of my stay. One look at the bill and I drove straight to the nearest grocery.
  • Bought some food items costing about 4 buffet breakfasts , except I can eat breakfast, lunch and dinner for the week on what I bought.
  • I hate that everything is added on, or an extra service fee. I guess I will use the money I saved on my buffet breakfast for 2 group exercise classes.
  • I had a pedicure, and for the first time, by someone who was NOT Asian.
  • The difference between resort Zumba  and gym Zumba. In the resort class I got to wear these little skirts with flat metal circles that make noise, so it encourages you to swing those hips - gypsy-like. In resort Zumba you get "Zumba toning sticks" that are like slender shack-shacks (maracas) with noise makers on either ends. I can't even imagine these things in my local LifeTime Fitness.
  • The resort Zumba crowd is over 50... at least. Regardless, I had a ton of fun at my first Zumba class and plan to do it again despite the average age of my fellow exercisers. And on the age thing, ditto the sauna, onsite gym, whirlpool etc.
  • Clearance at the nearest Walmart is a bit more expensive than my Walmart.
  • It is also a Walmart where the patrons greet the cashier by name.

I know that not many people are able to afford this totally-awesome-experience-that-costs-an-arm-and-a-leg but if you can escape responsibilities and recharge even if over a weekend. Do it.

My pedi - don't mind the vitiligo
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