We just got back from the rockin'est vacation ever. Our two-week hiatus to Italy was full of sun, fun and, believe it or not, exercise. The resort had a new animation program (and I'm not talking about Disney, people). It was a team of twenty-somethings who got us up off our butts and into aerobic classes, yoga-like stretching courses and water aerobics. Every. Day. Sheesh, by the end of Week One, my husband was so into it, he'd make me skip breakfast to go. We'd hear the poolside music calling us and, in a trance-like state, we'd carry ourselves and our beach towels to the water to begin the Tai Chi-like movements. Dag. I think I even lost a pound.
As for the entertainment, it was hilarious. The same team of animators performed night after night. Despite my limping understanding of Italian, I laughed my head off. They were that funny.
I needed a snow plough to get through my email inbox today, but it was worth it.
Oh, and did I mention I'm going to Budapest with hubby sans bébé tomorrow?
Yes, life is good. And I even manage to do some research for my book.
