It seems like every time we go on any kind of vacation I end up feeling a little bit un-enthusiastic about our accommodations. Generally we stay in a crappy place that was found on some kind of super-saver deal. The description on the internet when they are booked entices me to believe that I have found a hidden jewel and I always optimistically (and naively) imagine a cozy and quaint home-away-from-home. Last year in San Francisco we hit the jackpot with The Mosser, but just about every other time we've stayed somewhere there was undoubtedly a reason that the room was cheap, and it was painfully clear that you get what you pay for. I don't really mind because it makes me feel good to save the money, but it can be a little bit discouraging in that moment when you are driving up with a hopeful heart to get the first glimpse.
I only mention that feeling because I assume it may have happened to you before. When you spot your ideal vacation retreat and then you drive right past it to pull into the junky motel hidden around the corner.
When I headed to Depoe Bay for a girls night out with some of my pals a couple of weeks ago I had a similar experience...well, not really. I looked up and saw the most perfect little beach house I'd ever seen and then we pulled into the driveway. I kept looking for the ugly shack that we were destined for until I realized that we were actually going to stay in the fun spot.
We watched the sunset on the beach and played games. We hung out in the hot tub, ate snacks and laughed a lot.
I had so much fun hanging out with the ladies and they are such awesome women.
Amy, Lori, Jen, Kristin, and Tara - Angie missed being in the picture.
