Deb and I decided to splurge for a night, staying at a fancy Italian resort (I say "Italian" because the place is owned by Italians and because 95% of the guests are Italian) in Watamu (on the coast of the Indian Ocean). We ate at the hotel restaurant the night before (pretty good pizza), and figured we could spend $100 for a night (dinner and breakfast included) after spending $9 on accommodation the night before (mosquitoes and cockroaches included).
Deb and I were very excited about getting our lounge on. But we were rather disappointed -- the food was mediocre (different food for hotel guests), there wasn't enough hot water, and loads of Kenyan staff perplexed at our inability to speak Italian (beyond "gelatto").
After lounging by the pool today, things seemed a bit brighter, but I was still a little unsatisfied. I said to Deb, "Maybe it's just because my expectations were too high. Kind of like the time Ramona's older sister saved up all that money for her fancy haircut, but then it came out all wrong, whereas Ramona had no expectations at all -- she wasn't even planning on getting a haircut -- and so she was really happy with her new 'do."
Deb's response: "What are you, an eight-year-old girl?" Like most 31-year-old men don't go around referencing Beverly Cleary novels or something....
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Only goes to show that Daniel is well read in all catagories....so no picking on him.....his favorite was by Judy Blume..."The one in the middle is the green kangaroo"...good reading...if you are the middle child!
Love you...Mom
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