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ringsandcoffeeI work close enough to the airport to be able to watch planes take off and land while on yard duty. Not actually lift off and touch down, as some buildings are in the way, but pretty close. So, I dreamed the other day of taking my measly $1300 savings and randomly picking a city to fly to. Indianapolis crossed my mind. We actually had a layover there when I was 12, but I didn't make it outside of the airport. I don't even know what there is to see in Indy. I spent about that much on my trip to Chicago last summer, and that didn't include a hotel. Needing a hotel for a trip of this sort would cut it quite short.
In my attempt to whittle down the pile of unread books and magazines next to my bed, I read an issue of Conde Nast Traveler last night. Not but a few pages in they featured a pair of earrings, made my local craftspeople or something, that cost $1250. Yes, that much. Here I thought I could go somewhere on $1300, and then I see earrings that swallow the entire budget. People HAVE that kind of money? The rest of the magazine featured several luxury resorts and hotels. Places I can only dream of staying in, some that require small planes or chartered boats to get to. Some of the features astounded me, such as a private plunge pool for each of 49 bures (I think that was the word) at one place, or a 6-to-1 staff to guest ratio at another. Some were on small chunks of islands in the middle of the Pacific. How in the world does one run a resort on a tiny island that serves gourmet meals made with organic ingredients that change daily? Meal planning and grocery shopping for myself is chore enough, and I just have to hop in the car to get what I need. Where do they find people to staff these resorts, especially people who don't mind providing all the luxuries described?
How do I get hired at one of these places?
Random association time: Hearing the song Crazy Love by Hawk Nelson reminds me of Luis, since I first heard it on my way to see him in the hospital. The book by Francis Chan, which inspired the song, is also in my pile of stuff to read. I actually started it, but went back to Our Mutual Friend after a few chapters. I think I'm finally over my OMF obsession.
In my attempt to whittle down the pile of unread books and magazines next to my bed, I read an issue of Conde Nast Traveler last night. Not but a few pages in they featured a pair of earrings, made my local craftspeople or something, that cost $1250. Yes, that much. Here I thought I could go somewhere on $1300, and then I see earrings that swallow the entire budget. People HAVE that kind of money? The rest of the magazine featured several luxury resorts and hotels. Places I can only dream of staying in, some that require small planes or chartered boats to get to. Some of the features astounded me, such as a private plunge pool for each of 49 bures (I think that was the word) at one place, or a 6-to-1 staff to guest ratio at another. Some were on small chunks of islands in the middle of the Pacific. How in the world does one run a resort on a tiny island that serves gourmet meals made with organic ingredients that change daily? Meal planning and grocery shopping for myself is chore enough, and I just have to hop in the car to get what I need. Where do they find people to staff these resorts, especially people who don't mind providing all the luxuries described?
How do I get hired at one of these places?
Random association time: Hearing the song Crazy Love by Hawk Nelson reminds me of Luis, since I first heard it on my way to see him in the hospital. The book by Francis Chan, which inspired the song, is also in my pile of stuff to read. I actually started it, but went back to Our Mutual Friend after a few chapters. I think I'm finally over my OMF obsession.
