So, we're in beautiful La Jolla. (pronounce like "la hoya" not the Bugs Bunny way, of "la joe-la", but that's not important right now.)
And our hotel is Right. On. The. Sand. (I know. Shut up.)
And the sea is warm.
And we're spending HOURS in the water.
And then we lazily make our way back to the hotel (about twelve whole steps) to take a quick dip in the pool. But we end up staying by the pool for the rest of the afternoon because they have these yummy and cushy chaise-lounges.
And just when I think I can take no more of this lazy luxury, we come in from our day in the sun and I find…. The Robe.
A pristine white-microfibery-awesome-plushness of a robe. With the hotel's logo sweetly embroidered in gold.
And it's at that exact moment that I start to feel super-pampered (and embarrasingly, slightly superior) and I put on this gorgeous symbol of all that is at once decadent and holy about life in Southern California.
And as I ask Lucy to snap a photo of me in the deliciousness of what is Me in The Fabulous Hotel Robe, I think hey! it's Tuesday. As in Self-Portrait Tuesday, and my next immediate thought is,
"Wow. This is sooo not my real life, but I am so going to blog about it anyway." 😉
"Yes, of course, I do stay at Fabulous Logo-Robe Resorts with astonishing regularity…"
But my conscience bugs…
The truth? I'm a total ''guajira." (Guajira is a Cuban term for a simple, country-type person. Think bumpkin. =D)
I am easily amused. And easily amazed. By a simple white robe, for example.
But at least tell me the robe looked good….? *sigh*
I grew up with a guajiro… his name was Papi…. and it was a blast.
On my husband’s side of the family, they are all guajiros. His grandfather would get up in the morning, look at the sky and tell you at what time it would rain. He was always right.I can’t tell if you look rested, or still tiered from all of the work you put into this last school year. I think you should stick to the still tiered and stay and extra couple of days. That always helps to confront your “real” life. LOL!!!! Enjoy your vacation my friend. You guys deserve it!
Gente de campo are the most honest and trustworthy as my abuelo says. Enjoy your robe. I still have my white robe with gold hotel embroidery given to us on our honeymoon night – oh almost 9 years ago. I can’t believe I just admitted that LOL.
I am proud to be a guajira. I think it gives me a greater appreciation of even the simplest things. =DBesos,
Marta
You are so cute! I love that photo!
Gorgeous, Marta, simply gorgeous… I know the feeling, the simple things in life are the ones we appreciate the most. I wonder I’d be lucky enough to get one of those robes when I go to San Diego in a couple of months…(heavy sight)
My Lucy said to me today: “Wow, you must have been really, really relaxed..Do you realize you posted a photo of yourself on your very public BLOG? WITHOUT MAKEUP? In a ROBE? With a TOWEL ON YOUR HEAD??”
*sigh*
Ja ja ja! Those are usually the best pictures!
You look good – no, great!!!Best feeling being pampered isn’t it? Especially if someone else makes your bed for you. For just a short time you forget all the laundry you have waiting for you at home, or the fact that there are week-old leftovers in your fridge……….
From one gaujira to the other -(albeit very polished guajiras) – I totally get it!
You’re one of those Dove girls, aren’t ya?!