The Write Getaway

There’s something about sleeping in a bed I don’t have to make, and showering in a bathroom I don’t have to clean that makes me feel pampered. Marv, on the other hand, thinks there’s no place like home. Bless his heart.

It was only a one-night retreat but a getaway to our favourite inn was just what I needed to re-group and re-focus. Away from deadlines and household chores, I was able to unwind and relax, as I haven’t done for ... let’s just say it has been too long.

Our standard room was anything but standard. The king-size white duvet and colourful cushions, burnt orange wing chair, and dark mahogany furnishings added to the ambience of a well-appointed room. The vault ceiling and tall window – overlooking the parking lot, but I wasn’t there for the view anyway – contributed to the striking impression. The spacious bathroom, which boasted a huge – what did they have in mind – shower with full-length double glass doors, humungous showerhead, and thirsty luxurious robes, spelled ‘good mood in progress’.

The beautiful sunny day encouraged us to quickly unpack and head to the patio for a drymartinistraightupwithatwist. It had been so long since I’d ordered one I had almost forgotten my preference. After a splendid martini, we toured the grounds basking in the warm temperatures, and admiring the gardens and magnificent fountains. Perhaps I should incorporate pictures with my blogs. Maybe I will in future posts.

Our dinner feast included ginger carrot soup, lobster salad, a variety of breads (a weakness of mine), calamari salad, liver pate, and my favourite brie cheese.

I felt relaxed and so appreciative of my undemanding surroundings that all signs of the fatigue and gloom of previous weeks had pretty much dissipated. My husband and I were both glad for the break from routine.

Marv ordered his favourite prime rib while I succumbed to pasta (another weakness) and scallops. Huge luscious scallops. And red wine. I’m typically a two-glass gal but the third serving found its way into my glass.

We retired to the lounge where we shared a scrumptious chocolate mousse-like cake dessert and finished our wine. Well, no, actually I was still carrying the same half glass of wine when we returned to our room. If housekeeping hasn’t cleaned our room yet, it’s still there.

Because I’m an early riser, I packed The Toronto Star and my favourite newspaper, The Globe and Mail. While my husband slept, I enjoyed a coffee and a catchup. I had just reached the Travel Section when he began to stir. Look honey, I said, there’s some terrific deals on cruises. He put his pillow over his head.

I’ll keep you posted.