Are ya jealous? Cause I’m here vacationing and I’m a little jealous of myself. I’m on Coronado Island, staying at the Hotel Del Coronado. But I’m not staying in one of their hotel rooms with the other commoners. Nope. I’m in one of their beach cottages. A little cottage that’s about 2000 square feet, with three bedrooms, three baths, a huge deck with a fire pit, two jacuzzi hot tubs (on the deck) oh yes and right on the beach with a view of the ocean. We’ve got large flat screen, wall-mounted TV’s and fireplaces that turn on with the flip of a switch in each of our rooms, and also in the living room. I really don’t think there’s any way I can describe just how ritzy this place is. Here at the Beach Village you get preferential treatment over the regular hotel guests. We even have gates around our villa to keep the
riff raff other hotel guests out. So for Turkey Weekend, we get to see how the other half lives, when people are at your beck and call. Oh yeah, I could get used to this.
So I bet you’re wondering what the heck we’re doing at a fancy shmancy place like this? Well my father-in-law just retired and he and my mother-in-law planned this vacation and invited us to come along to celebrate his rite of passage into leisuredom. So out of the kindness of our hearts, we agreed to help them celebrate this momentous occasion.
We just finished eating our Thanksgiving meal at the Hotel. We sat in the ballroom overlooking the ocean and had our choice of the food offered buffet style. Ham, roast beef, prime rib, sea food and turkey as well as all the sides you could think of, and some gourmet ones I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t think of. They even had a kids buffet table, which was lower to the ground and had kid-friendly food. Oh, and there was the dessert room filled with desserts. Pies, pastries, a bit vat of chocolate and things to pour the chocolate over. (You’re really hating me now, aren’t you?)
So tonight we’ll probably sit on our deck and turn on the fire pit while we watch the sun set over the ocean. Maybe roast a few marshmallows. Maybe wave at the commoners who walk by us on the beach.
And you know what I’m most thankful for on this very special Thanksgiving weekend? That the kids have THEIR OWN room. Nuff said.