Even the two hour flight getting down there was a luxury because we got to sit in the emergency row and read books with worrying about entertaining little ones.
Each day involved pretty much the same things: sitting by the pool, going to the beach, working out, eating fish tacos and guacamole, drinking jalapeño margaritas and sex. I am not one for naps but I fell asleep in the sun mid-day both of our full days there.
We didn't leave the resort once, although we did try out every bar and restaurant on site (and EVERYTHING was absolutely delicious). I got to do a semi-private yoga session on the beach at sunrise. I started out the other two mornings with decaf espresso on our patio overlooking the crashing surf. For once in my life, I wasn't planning ahead or worried about logistics...my mind was empty. I haven't felt so stress free at any point in recent memory. The resort was flawless and the service was impeccable. PJO and I kept marveling at how fun it is to just hang out and have fun without worrying about getting back home to take care of kids or clean or work. Good for the soul, that trip was.
We were gone Tuesday through Friday, so we had a weekend with the kids on either side. I won't go so far as to say that I am ready or excited to go back to work tomorrow, but I do feel refreshed and reenergized.
Luckily, I only have to make it through 3 work days because all four of us leave Thursday to head to Iowa for my cousin's wedding. Not quite the same type of vacation but it will be fun nonetheless.
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Looks beautiful!
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