Our weekend at the Hyatt got off to a late start on account of the fact that I had to get my nails looking purty and my husband had to get the yard looking purty. But right after lunch, we set out for the Eastern Shore with the windows rolled down and the sunroof open. It was the perfect day for it — 75 degrees with dazzling sunshine.
My mom was gracious enough to come to town to take care of our kids so we could enjoy our trip worry-free. I am so thankful for her willingness to take time from her business and help us out, and my kids were positively in heaven with their beloved Grammie to themselves for three days.
It took us a while to get down there, what with a couple of wrong turns and Google Maps leading us astray (who knew there were two of the same road in Cambridge, Maryland!?) We still arrived in time to sit by the pool for an hour before getting ready for dinner. When we arrived at the check-in desk, we were informed that we had been upgraded to a water view room. WOOT! I took this photo from our deck.
I didn’t get to wear the CAbi shirt I mentioned. When it was delivered, it didn’t fit right at all. Once again, I’m in between sizes. Fun. I did manage to snag this little number at the LOFT the day before our trip, and it worked out just fine. And because I knew you’d ask, I had my husband take a picture of me wearing it, and I suppose I’ll post it even though I look like I’m contemplating Chinese water torture, which may be only slightly more painful than having my picture taken.
Dinner was at the resort’s Water’s Edge Grill, and I had filet mignon with crab topping and a delicious red wine sauce preceded by a fresh Caesar salad and these delicious flat bread appetizers with strips of steak and caramelized onions piled on a generous spread of Boursin cheese. YUM. That was the best meal I had the whole weekend. Of course, I don’t have any photos. I guess I was too busy stuffing my face chatting with my husband.
The next morning we had a breakfast at the hotel, complete with French Press coffee and Cinnamon Bun French Toast, which sounds a lot better than it tasted. It was WAY too sweet, which just goes to show my taste buds aren’t what they used to be. Way too sweet wasn’t a part of my vocabulary a year ago. Still, they made for a good photo opp so here you go.
After breakfast we wandered around the property and visited with another couple evidently taking a weekend away from the kids.
I was so amused by those ducks. They were the only two we saw, and they seemed to enjoy sunning themselves on the breakwater, completely unphased by our presence on their turf.
The weather couldn’t have been more perfect, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
As much as I’d looked forward to a weekend of doing nothing, we just aren’t do nothing kinda people so we decided to take a day trip to St. Michaels — a historic coastal village only 30 minutes away.
We wandered around the waterfront and perused the shops and then stopped for lunch at the Crab Claw.
We rounded out our St. Michaels adventure with a little wine tasting.
And we bought this.
Yes, that is a Chocolate Zin. I had never heard of such an animal, and we were both surprised that we liked it, but turns out, it makes a nice after dinner treat.
We even made it back to the resort in time to sit by the infinity pool for a couple of hours before heading over to dinner at the seafood restaurant on property, the Blue Point Provision Company, where we sat on the deck and enjoyed the sunset and feasted on seafood. Then we topped off the night with a slice of decadent chocolate layer cake. It just seemed like the right thing to do. And no, it was NOT too sweet. :-) It was, however, quite rich, and I was glad we decided to split one.
When we got back to the resort, the Grand Fireplace was lit, and we decided to sit out there for a bit before turning in for the night. I had seen the photo on the website and hoped that we would find it lit one night while we were there. I can’t think of anything I’d rather do on a cool spring evening than sit in front of a roaring fire and soak in the warmth and stare into the flames and let my mind wander. Which reminds me, it’s about time for us to plan our summer camping trip. But I digress.
The next morning I convinced my husband to hang around the resort for a while after breakfast so I could get caught up on work before heading home. We each grabbed a latte from Starbucks (yes, there is even a Starbucks in the resort; I mean really, what else do you need?) and found a pretty spot to sit in the library and broke out our laptops for a couple of hours because we’re geeks like that.
Fortunately the ride home was less eventful than the ride down, although we still managed to make one wrong turn. What is it with country roads? We could navigate downtown Philly easier than we navigated the roads of the Eastern Shore. We even made it back in time to catch most of my son’s baseball game and then we headed home to grill burgers and hang out with my mom. It’s fun to go away, but there truly is no place like home.
Disclosure: As a member of the Hyatt Insider Blogger Program, I received two free nights to stay at a Hyatt of my choice and four nights to give away to two of my readers.