din
I walked to dinner, intending Cheesecake Factory and ending up instead at an Italian upscale chain called Brio. Was pulled in by their "three part meal special," which ended up being a bit more expensive than I thought it would be even with the price of the iced tea not included in the special. Still, worth it. Italian wedding soup, a nice chicken and fettucine vodka, and a very very tiny tiramisu for desert (literally in a cup not much larger than a shot glass). Then I walked back.
My body is rebelling slightly against this 'walk every night' regimen. Mentally I'm there, but tonight even the relatively short walk to the restaurants (less than a mile each way) hurt. And the tub in the room is too small to soak in. And there's no jacuzzi by the pool, and the pool is overflowing with children. So I'll just suck it up.
My body is rebelling slightly against this 'walk every night' regimen. Mentally I'm there, but tonight even the relatively short walk to the restaurants (less than a mile each way) hurt. And the tub in the room is too small to soak in. And there's no jacuzzi by the pool, and the pool is overflowing with children. So I'll just suck it up.