Well, I made it to Orlando, but my luggage did not. I predict it will miss me altogether, which will be all right if it eventually makes it back home. Fortunately, I had a flash of such a thing happening, and packed a silk pant suit in my carry on. Close one.
This is a perfect place to wind down from this longish week. The hotel is done in a plantation theme--reminds me of Darjeeling, with all the gardens and wicker and antiques. My room has a ceiling fan over the bed. I like all this.
I like the door man, a lanky young man with dark, curly hair, who always says, "Welcome back" when I return. I know it's scripted, but his smile is not. Pure joy.
The hotel sits on a lake. I walked around it once already and will do it again at sunset. You're coming--right? There's time to sit in the bar for hours by flickering candle light, complaining about the past, and trying to wangle a better future. I want to watch you do that, half-serious, half-laughing, at last.
Here's the link. You can see a virtual tour of my suite. Plenty big for a small party.
Love to you.