359 Days
I awoke feeling groggy and a shower didn't help. If I didn't have to go to work, then I would lounge in bed, order room service and finish my book. I shouldn't complain because yesterday was an unexpected expanse of leisure. I went to a nature preserve near the hotel and jogged. There were lots of cool birds and these small rodent-squirrel-chinchilla creatures scurrying through the dry grass. The furry fiends sounded like snakes, which I did not appreciate.
I got back to the hotel and had a pressed juice by the pool, for my health, of course. I lingered longer and furtively checked my email to find that my dinner across the Bay had been canceled on account of client illness. The sickness is unfortunate but it transformed my dream of a relaxing afternoon lounging in a cabana by the pool reality!
I retrieved my laptop, Kindle and notebook from my room and secured a cabana. For ~15 minutes, I enjoyed blissful solitude on the pool deck. Unfortunately, a while later, a young man jabbering into a cell phone boastfully disturbed my peace. I checked my email, journaled and re-entered the enthralling world of the 1960s San Francisco modern art scene through the eyes of Ruth Asawa.
The sun felt glorious on my skin and allowed myself a delicious recline of the chaise and drifted to sleep. Splashing and screeching from children awoke me from my daydream and I promptly left the pool. Another 20-something female who appeared to also be traveling for work scooped up her belongings and fled the scene too. It's not that I don't like children, it's just that I like tranquility more.
Note: I really actually do like children. I would provide photographic evidence but the idea is to keep this blog underground and my identity anonymous. Perhaps I should try out a nom de plume.
I pondered the use of my vacation time and called my husband. We're planning an outdoor adventure trip for my birthday, a 1-year anniversary extended weekend of canoe-camping, the Oh Boyaca! route in Colombia over the holidays this year and another small trip sprinkled in.
My freshly arrived focaccia breakfast sandwich is distracting me from continuing this post. TTFN.
