So my sister lives 10 minutes from Disney World. Literally. In a posh house with a sweet pool. No way could any other family member compete with that, in the eyes of my kids, let me tell you. We came down to see her 2 or 3 times last year. And on the last time, because we’d had enough of Mickey, we headed east to the beach. And the boys said, hands down, how that was their favorite day of the trip. It was also the cheapest.
So for this trip, we decided we would actually stay at the beach for a few nights. And I called my friend, who comes to this beach a lot, to ask where we should stay. And she, being the wise goddess that she is, said, “You should call the resort where we stay and tell them you are interested in buying a timeshare and maybe they will comp you a night.”
So I did. And here we are. In a sweet 2 bedroom/2bath condo for two nights. On the beach. Next to this AMAZING pool/water park thing. With free putt-putt and movies and animal shows to boot. And they even threw in a $50 credit at the restaraunt. I am not making this up.
Of course the boys don’t know any of this payment/timeshare mumbo jumbo, but all they know is that Solomon’s mom told us to come here. And that Solomon’s mom told us to eat at the cool restaurant by the pier tonight where we could watch the surfers. And that Solomon’s mom knew about the water slides and the splashy pool and the arcade room.
And, let me tell you, they think Solomon’s mom rocks.
So do I. For more reasons than the beach referral. But that’s the main reason today.