Provodenciales, Turks & Caicos – Just back from a long weekend in the islands, where I was staying in a luxury resort, lounging on one of the world’s most beautiful beaches, and indulging in gourmet food and drink, all without my family. It was so weird.
Don’t get me wrong, it was lovely. The resort–Grace Bay Club–was classy as all get-up, with three gorgeous swimming pools and awesomely attentive beach attendants. Our itinerary–centered on the Caribbean Food & Wine Festival–was packed with multi-course meals and wine pairings. It was too much eating and drinking, of course, but the food and wine (and rum!) were amazing. The suite that I shared with my colleagues was enormous, and the turn-down service was nothing short of ridiculous. (Rum! Chocolate! Fruit sushi!)
I enjoyed the weekend, but it left me wondering… Who does this? I’m not sure that luxury resorts and over-indulging are really my thing.
On my last day, I sat on my private patio, sipping complimentary champagne and staring at the gorgeous turquoise water. It felt like I had been living someone else’s life for a few days. Was I ready to give it up and return to my small, crowded house, my $10 bottles of wine and my two wild and crazy kids?
What do you think?
