This
one kinda hurts, since I'm not taking a spa getaway this year. For this
first time since Bill Clinton was in office, I'm not escaping, all by
myself, for seclusion and pampering. Instead I'm taking the
money that would go to that and putting it into my bathroom. Yea, me! I'm so mature.
Look closely! She's in a bathrobe! I love this place. |
Then why am I so wistful?
I wish I was at Chateau Elan,
a destination spa outside of Atlanta. I'd stay in one of the guest
suites, right on the spa premises, so I could go days without wearing
anything but a bathrobe. Of course, the grounds are beautiful -- there's
a winery right there -- so when I'm not being massaged or exfoliated,
when I'm not dining on gourmet fare or getting make up tips, when I'm
reading and relaxing in my suite, I can go wandering. Sigh.
I've
been spa-ing Hot Springs and Colonial Williamsburg, and they were
beautiful, but if money is no object, Chateau Elan is the happy place I
send my mind to.
Play the March Challenge along with Kwizgiver.
*sigh* I wanna go!
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