Hell being me

For the next four days I am working in Laguna Beach CA, and this means I have the good fortune to stay the Montage resort and spa. You can check out my luxury beachview bungalow here 

I spoiled the room as soon as I moved it to it, for my tatty neon-pink suitcase, croc-flops and manky toilet bag don’t really live up to the location. Things got worse when I began to unpack. A tube of sunscreen had splurged all over my clothes, coating everything in a sticky white goo. I channeled my inner Real Housewife of Orange County and called for housekeeping. They have whisked away my smalls and promise a freshly laundered pile will be returned within 6 hours. I sat down to enjoy the cheese plate thoughtfully left in my room in case I arrived hungry, and made an appointment for a pedicure. There must be better ways to squander a mortgage payment, but right now, sitting on my lounger on my own private patio listening to a steel band playing as the sun sets over the ocean, well, I just can’t think of one.

About Liz Barron

US Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia. Permanent address in Washington DC. Deep roots in Northern Ireland and persistent Belfast accent. Blogger,cook, mother, grandma, Scrabble-player and enthusiastic world traveler.
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