I’m writing this post at the indoor pool of the Hyatt Chesapeake watching Deal Girl and her BFF float on a raft while playing a game of their own invention. Spending the last 24 hours with a 9 year old unfamiliar with our travel habits is a breath of fresh air. The Deal Kids are accustomed to club access, in room robes, and killer views. Anything short of a private balcony jacuzzi (which we had in Gran Canaria) might get met with a yawn. The Hobby has jaded not only me, but them to a degree as the bar for “wow” gets raised a little higher with every hotel stay.
Not so with DGBFF. A machine that brews hot cocoa? A revelation. Bunk beds in our junior suite? Vendoming of the highest order. The bathrobe is a royal vestment and a bunk bed picnic of club snacks butler service. While Deal Girl and I would enjoy the amenities, for DGBFF it’s a whole new world.
It’s not the first time I’ve had a kid remind me what charmed air we breathe. A few years ago we brought an 8 year old friend along to Amish Country and she was wowed by the Park Inn in Harrisburg, PA. Let me repeat that: a Park inn in Harrisburg had her wondering if it was the place Cinderella lost her slipper.
So if you’ve been shrugging at a partial ocean view or rolling your eyes at an “average” club lately, bring a kid-not your own- on your next trip. One day watching her marvel at the little soaps will get your head on straight and remind you why “The Hobby” is worth the hype.
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