Ryan's parents have a time-share at a resort in Virginia. Very well known to everyone around here it seems, though it was the first time I'd heard of it. Large, gorgeous and filled with activities. Made me feel a bit like I was at the "Dirty Dancing" resort...minus the dirty dancing and horrid end-of-season production.
Nevertheless, it was a very fun and relaxing way to spend the last week of the summer. We went mini-golfing (putt putt, for all the Americans around here who don't speak "Canadian"), go-carting, to the driving range, up a chair-lift (yes, in August-more on that later) and kayaking, among other things. Ryan was such a good sport about it all that he even let me drag him to a Reflexology seminar. Feet aren't his favourite thing, so it was a nice compromise on his part, for sure.
As I'm sure you can guess, this was my favourite part of the room. A gigantic bathtub for two. I spent many-a-happy-hours in here, immersed up to my eyes in white, fluffy bubbles. A book, a bottle of wine, and a tub full of bubbles...what more could a girl want?
The view of the golf course from our balcony
Ryan and his favourite drink: The Banquet Beer
At the water-park, where we had a free lunch and listened to the sales talk. It was more fun watching the kids attempt to surf on the artificial waves than anything else and kept us entertained for the better part of an hour.
Before (or after?) we went out for sushi on the night of my birthday. For a small town hours from the coast, it had some surprisingly tasty items on the menu. Our taste-buds were satisfied.
Michelle, Ryan and I went on a wine-tasting, courtesy of the event planners at the resort. At the first place, we tried 12 different wines, and at the second place, we could try anything on their menu. That added up to almost 50 different bottles to sample. We were tipsy after the first winery....so you can only imagine the results after the second.
The newest dance-crazy: "crushing the grapes". We think it'll replace the "shopping cart" and "sprinkler" in all the bars. Kendrah, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
Our guide talked and talked and talked. I didn't mind it so much when we got to the cold cellar and the sweat was finally able to dry from our steaming foreheads. But when we were outside, in the 100+ degree, 100%+ humidity, can't say I was having the time of my life. Fortunately, he followed it up with a sample of the freshest grape juice I have ever tasted. I think Ryan liked it so much, he was tempted to steal the beaker. Fortunately, common-sense prevailed and we just took multiple pictures of the thing instead.
