Traveling with my parents and my favorite Aunt Patsy to Savannah, I have become more aware of the ride. The ride down here was LONG....especially when we get past Atlanta and my sweet Mama in the back seat perks up and says it won't be much longer now we are almost there. Four hours later we pull in to the "flea motel". Yes, I said "flea motel". We are traveling with my baby brother dog Toby and I had chosen a "pet friendly", economical establishment with a breakfast. I thought we were set! My heart kept pulling to the Spa Resort across the river but, I just couldn't justify the cost difference with no breakfast. I am always trying to squeeze as much as I can out of life you know.
Looking at my road weary parents and aunt as we de-flea my baby brother dog I thought what the heck. I marched myself down to the front desk and began my plight with the night manager. I sweetly requested a refund and began packing the family up again. Dad is thinking of just driving around to look for another room. Not me, I pick up the phone and call the Westin Resort and Spa, make my reservation and waltz myself right up to the valet and go inside. My weary travelers can't believe it! We look like a herd of Lord knows what as we walked in with our extremely overloaded cart of "stuff" as the bellman struggles to keep it all together. I can't help but laugh as I watch us drag ourselves into this beautiful hotel after a long days journey. But never more have I felt like we deserve it! These three people with me are some of the most precious in the world to me. So why not? Who needs breakfast anyway when you don't get up until 10:00am?
I found a Little sign in a gift shop that read."it doesn't matter how good you look when you get to the end of life. Show up late, sliding in on one foot yelling whooo hooo what a ride!". This one has been some more ride......one I will treasure forever!
