i'm not a very good relaxer. i find pleasure in doing things. still, we decided to spend a few days over the holiday in a romantic, relaxation, paradise. it was better than advertised.the place: sybaris.
the room (really a stand-alone condo): giant bed upstairs, with a food preparing area, his and hers sinks, giant shower, hot tub, stereo system, fireplace, and massage chair. a slide (or stairs for me, perpetually scared of slides) shoots one down to the 92 degree pool, attached hot tub, and giant steam room. we also got our own heated garage.
the experience: it became strange living without outside light, and really strange living without the internet, and i still found enjoyment in keeping things tidy or reading, but--for the most part, it was truly relaxing. we had an amazing amount of time to play in the water without anything important to do. though the place is in the middle of suburbia and close to busy highways, it seemed a million miles away from civilization. it's nice to leave civilization every so often.
the recommendation: go.
and now: i can get back to blogging about dowagiac, drunks, and stupid ideas.
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finally leaving a comment on your sybaris trip. 1) you look hot. 2) how the hell do you actually pronounce it? 3) i want to go there and will some day, not sure with who, but i will get there. 4) it's fucking expensive but appears to be worth the price. i went to the website. nice choice.
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