Seth won a weekend trip, through work, to the Hotel del Coronado, a beachfront luxury hotel in Coronado, across the bay from San Diego, California. We left Jackson in the capable arms of loved ones, and hopped on a plane. I may or may not have sobbed as we drove away from Jackson. I knew he would be well taken care of and loved while I was away, but it was hard to leave him none-the-less. But once we landed in beautiful California and I smelled that salty air, I found it easy to relax.
We had delightful dinners every night. Fillet Mignon, Lobster Tails, Halibut, a variety of Shrimp, the hilariously yummy Pupu platter (Seth just couldn't resist), and the best Clam Chowder I've ever tasted. We took our time ordering, chatting and laughing, eating slowly savoring every bite. Eating out at nice restaurants together is definitely a treat.
One evening, Seth ordered Red Velvet Cake, the menu said it would "Feed 2." But when it came it was apparent it would feed a large family. It was a huge cake. I said "Oh honey, Happy Birthday!" and before we knew it, the room was singing "Happy Birthday to you..." Seth and I laughed until we cried.
We walked the beach, window shopped, pedicured, whipped strangers with seaweed and rode bikes around Coronado Island. The bike ride was beautiful and relaxing. Seth jumped and skidded his cruiser, barely missing unsuspecting vacationers, which was hysterical.
The Hotel itself, built in 1888, was magical. Our room was on the 5th floor of one of the towers (for lack of a better word) We heard lots of rumors about it being haunted...
"In 1892, a young woman, Kate Morgan, checked into the Hotel Del Coronado to meet her estranged husband for Thanksgiving. He never arrived to meet her, and a few days later, she was found dead on the hotel steps near the ocean. Since then, guests and staff of the Hotel Del Coronado have noticed strange breezes, ghostly noises and the pale figure of a young lady walking in a black lace dress."
...And one day, we did hear strange noises coming from above us. I think Seth cried himself to sleep that night. On a serious note, Seth did have an encounter, but you'll have to ask him to tell you about it.
The old "cage" elevator is hand-operated, usually by Kim, who called us "
Ma'amSir"
Our room was on the top floor of that tower. So we really shouldn't have heard noises above us...
Seth being silly, as per usual :)
We left our cruisers under the watchful eye of this Palm tree. (He needs to see the
optometrist)
A perfect weekend with my husband, my best friend.
