But we can get in a vacation rut. Sandy and I have always stayed at the Hilton in St. Petersburg when we take in a Tampa Bay Rays game. It was my bright idea to try "glamping" this last trip. I was seduced by pictures like these:
Romantic, even sexy! And you can still call it camping. Well, there were no places that resembled the above anywhere on the Gulf Coast of Florida. I scoured the 'nets and came up finally with: KOA in St. Petersburg Beach. No tent there would suit me: they were all of the Girl Scout variety and pretty rustic. And we don't own an RV, so it was cabin ("Chalet") for us.
Let me first insist that everyone we met at the campground was kind and helpful. The Chalet was clean and bug-free, and had running water, clean towels, and air conditioning (yes!).
|We felt welcome right away.|
But I'm just not a country kind of woman. I was lonely for the bright lights and pounding music of the big city. The nearest place to get even a glass of wine was a long drive. No tapas for miles. Sad and lonely.
|Our chalet. It was cozy and clean and the toilet backed up only once, quickly fixed.|
|Master of Disguise: can you see the heron?|
|At the game, surrounded by Yankee fans. We yelled for the home team, but lost 3-2. Found comfort at the pub.|
So lesson learned: I can endure any kind of urban hardship, I am not afraid of rats or noise or $8 lattes. But give me a quiet, peaceful night in the country and I go slowly nuts. To thine own self be true - but try new stuff too, 'cause one never knows till one tries.
Are you a happy camper? Love to hear how rustic you'll go, in comparison to my wimpy adventure.
Have a glorious day and stay fabulous,
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