I must be having a post-vacation withdrawal syndrome. Hubby and I went on a beach honeymoon for two days and now I’m missing the sand. And the clear waters. And the beautiful blue horizon. And our cozy room. Oh I do miss our room.

Actually, I didn’t expect much of our accommodations. After reading some bad reviews online that said the pictures were not really what they seemed, I envisioned an old room with creaky beds, worn out chairs, a small bathroom and a rustic vanity. I found out too late, and the travel agency had already booked and paid for it. So I just thought, it’s okay since we’re just gonna sleep there at night anyway.

But when we arrived, I was pleasantly surprised to find that everything was not what I expected. And when I saw the bed, I knew we were gonna stay in a lot.

After all, running a 10 kilometer race on a slanted slope with fine white sand is not exactly a walk in the park. it was twice as hard, at least for me. And when the race was over, I was only too happy to go back to our room, snuggle under the sheets and sleep.

Hubby says, we are going back with the kids in tow. I’m definitely looking forward to that trip.