Still Coming Up for Air...
OK, So I had access to the Internet last week, but ignored it for the most part. That was so I could spend time with my girls digging in the sand, diving for shells in the pool and being an all purpose fashion consultant to our older daughter's queries as to "what to wear". Thank goodness we packed light, so it didn't take forever.
The last week was spent in a gorgeous Marriott hotel on the beach in Hilton Head, SC, but I did have several episodes of not fitting in. And not wanting to, and that isn't a bad thing.
The first thing that really, really bothered me, and has every other place I have experienced this, is the amount of food that goes to waste. My husband was attending a meeting complete with enough morning snacks to feed an army, a starved army, at that. So of course, at the end of the session, everything that is left over gets heaved in the trash. I can't stand this. I talked to the woman cleaning up the venue about it, and she agreed that it is an awful waste, but if they get caught so much as sneaking a blueberry, they would get fired. So despite the fact that the food could make more of a difference in hungry bellies, it lines a dumpster instead. I packed up several to go boxes and enjoyed fresh fruit for the afternoon...
Then there is the rule that no outside food is permitted poolside. Somehow I missed the sign that announced, "No coolers allowed" (really, I did, I never saw it...) and was kindly asked to remove my cooler and abide by the rules. Oh well, I took the cooler back upstairs, but I still didn't buy the overpriced food from the poolside grille (with an "e" at the end).
We did enjoy flying kites, digging in the sand and having to leave the ocean twice, once for sand sharks and once for stingrays.
On the way home (yes, we left SC at 3:45 Saturday am) we participated in our second triathlon, and I enjoyed it tons more than numero uno. I improved my time (still finished dead last in my age group) and narrowed the margin by which my husband finished ahead of me. Alas, I do have competitive bones in my body...
And then it was home to laundry, overflowing litter boxes, two weeks of mail, flashing clocks indicating a power outage and...my own bed. I didn't miss my pillows, because I always travel with them.
The girls are glad to be home, the kittens and dog were especially glad to see us, and somehow the beta fish managed to survive.
Peace.
The last week was spent in a gorgeous Marriott hotel on the beach in Hilton Head, SC, but I did have several episodes of not fitting in. And not wanting to, and that isn't a bad thing.
The first thing that really, really bothered me, and has every other place I have experienced this, is the amount of food that goes to waste. My husband was attending a meeting complete with enough morning snacks to feed an army, a starved army, at that. So of course, at the end of the session, everything that is left over gets heaved in the trash. I can't stand this. I talked to the woman cleaning up the venue about it, and she agreed that it is an awful waste, but if they get caught so much as sneaking a blueberry, they would get fired. So despite the fact that the food could make more of a difference in hungry bellies, it lines a dumpster instead. I packed up several to go boxes and enjoyed fresh fruit for the afternoon...
Then there is the rule that no outside food is permitted poolside. Somehow I missed the sign that announced, "No coolers allowed" (really, I did, I never saw it...) and was kindly asked to remove my cooler and abide by the rules. Oh well, I took the cooler back upstairs, but I still didn't buy the overpriced food from the poolside grille (with an "e" at the end).
We did enjoy flying kites, digging in the sand and having to leave the ocean twice, once for sand sharks and once for stingrays.
On the way home (yes, we left SC at 3:45 Saturday am) we participated in our second triathlon, and I enjoyed it tons more than numero uno. I improved my time (still finished dead last in my age group) and narrowed the margin by which my husband finished ahead of me. Alas, I do have competitive bones in my body...
And then it was home to laundry, overflowing litter boxes, two weeks of mail, flashing clocks indicating a power outage and...my own bed. I didn't miss my pillows, because I always travel with them.
The girls are glad to be home, the kittens and dog were especially glad to see us, and somehow the beta fish managed to survive.
Peace.
Labels: hilton head, home from vacation, leftover food, waste
posted by www.kathypride.com at
6:42 PM
1 Comments:
There's no place like home!
It sounds like you had quite an adventure and a terrific family vacation. We leave for West Virginia in August--combining work with pleasure (hopefully by then Mark can do some of the driving!). Phew!
HUGS!
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