Welcome to the most delayed post vaca post ever. That’s because coming back to real life puts the cray into crazy. But our time spent in Cape Cod was gloriously relaxing and everything we hoped it would be. Life is remarkably less stressful when your primary daily undertakings are making coffee, playing tennis and putting on a bathing suit. Oh and thinking of whether or not you want a scoop vanilla gelato in your iced coffee. Details.
What we learned during this trip:
1. Retirement doesn’t seem like that bad of an idea. In fact, we would be really good at it.
2. Gelato should follow every meal.
3. Freshly made burrata should come before every meal.
4. Wine is really meant to be consumed starting at 2 pm. Maybe 1.
5. iPads should be easier to read when you have to have sunglasses on.
6. We really need to get UV blocking t-shirts to wear while out in the ocean or walking on the beach.
Less is more – life is substantially easier when it consists of only 4 outfits: tennis gear, beach gear, post-beach loungewear, and pajamas. And one feels so much healthier when they’re not rushing through their breakfast, taking their time throughout the day, having a chance to exercise everyday. Some people just call that life. Bitches. Why couldn’t we spend our lives just focusing on being healthy? Jealousy.
Enjoy all the pics from our trip… check Magdalena’s Instagram…
A couple weeks ago we made the drive up to Watch Hill, Rhode Island to enjoy a heavenly weekend of peace, quiet and complete indulgence at the famous Ocean House. What we found was an experience that shows us how the other half lives. And we definitely could get used to it. Needless to say when you stay somewhere that anticipates your every desire before you even know what it would be, you begin to understand why people spend the money. It was completely worth it. A hotel stay that has champagne waiting for you upon arrival has our names written all over it.
We were astounded at the quality of every single detail… The bath and bed linens, memory foam mattress, chenille throws, orchids in the bathroom, Molton Brown bath products, robes with matching slippers, river rock bottomed shower, marble tub, and iPad that came with our room so you could read the New York Times in the morning while sipping coffee with a view of the Atlantic was only the beginning. We were struggling to find details that they actually had not thought through. When you enter the WC and think, “Oh crap where will I put my robe? I wish there was a hook. Oh, of course there f’ing is.”, you know you’re never going to find anything to complain about. And everyone knows we turn complaining into an Olympic sport.
We spent the majority of the Saturday we were there first enjoying lavender massages followed by sipping cucumber water while sitting on a chaise that overlooked the ocean from a circular room on the beach’s edge. This is when we realized that the trip we justified by saying it would be a once in a lifetime experience would be happening annually. Oopsie.
Because the Oh! Spa wasn’t enough ridiculousness we followed that with enjoying an evening in the Seasons restaurant and had a difficult time choosing from the delicious farm-to-table menu. What arrived on our table was simply a work of art. Perfectly sized portions (of course because they wouldn’t have it any other way) led us through multiple courses of a meal that didn’t leave us overly full.
By the time Sunday came to end we realized a couple things. On a serious note that spending quality time together was so important. As is investing in your own sanity. You need to find a getaway that allows you to escape from everyday stress, hustle and bustle. But on a less serious note we realized we really f’ing need a butler. Preferably a British one.
For all our pics take a look at Magdalena’s Instagram
We were the kids that grew up with very few rules to live by. No curfews. But a lot of pressure to make adult decisions about what could get us into trouble. One rule we did however live by – family eats together. We never questioned that while we could go galavanting around with our friends, participating in a variety of shenanigans, then our rumps better be promptly at the dinner table daily. No questions asked. No excuses.
So many years later we continue this tradition. We relaxed the other week with a wonderfully wholesome meal at The Smith at Lincoln Center. We may have ordered the birthday cake dessert because why not celebrate every Friday with candles?
Tonight we are enjoying a family dinner with the parentals that started it all. But now that we are older we don’t need any excuses. It’s just a lovely way to decompress after a busy week.
Magdalena: So there was a snow storm? How did I miss it? Sarcasm. Admittedly, I lucked out. Further up the Connecticut coast people got like 38″ of snow that had to removed with backhoes in addition to regular plows. I had a measly 15″ to clean off of my car. Normally this is where my sassy-self with limited patience would start freaking out but it was, sadly, excellent exercise. So excellent in fact that it earned me a buffalo chicken wrap with a side of onion rings. Chipotle dipping sauce of course was necessary without question. The side dish was due to the fact that I cleaned Agatha’s car as well. Not that I’m pointing fingers or anything.
Agatha: Sorry Sis that you had to clean my car. But thank you. I do appreciate it and I’m glad you got the side 🙂 I’m lucky to have a such a stellar sis. I was in good old NYC for the Nemo storm and it was lovely and much less terrifying than everyone hyped it up to be. I cancelled all my plans, watched House of Cards on Netflix until 3 a.m. (please watch it, Robin Wright and Kevin Spacey are perfection in it) and bought newspapers everyday, sipped coffee continuously, scoured my apartment, took a walk through Central Park to see the kiddies and pups going nuts in the powder (I have never seen the park that full outside of concerts). Sometimes you need a good, old-fashioned snowstorm to validate being delighfully unsocial and sipping hot cocoa after a cold walk or shoveling session. We Upstaters know that! I’m off to San Francisco this weekend to enjoy sweater weather for a few days, but maybe there will be a blizzard when I get back. TGIF!