So….this week is Spring Break for a lot of the dance schools that I teach at, and therefore it seemed like a good time to take advantage of some very much needed time off. However, due to the fact that I really only have one day this week that is completely work-free and the fact that we can’t really afford to go on some lavish vacation right now, the boy and I came up with a different solution. How can we have an exotic holiday without spending any money? Easy, we go on a make-believe vacation. And that’s exactly what we did.
This morning I didn’t wake up in my apartment. Rather I awoke to find myself in a beautiful Tahitian Resort with a very attentive wait staff….all of whom looked a great deal like the boy. After a delightful breakfast, complete with freshly squeezed orange juice, the plan was to hit the beach (the beaches of Malibu were supposed to double as tropical sands in the midst of the Pacific) however the weather wasn’t quite right for it; something of a Tahitian tropical storm by the looks of things.
Instead I laid out in my lounge chair in our living room—uh I mean, our private beach—where I was lulled by the sounds of the ocean, enjoyed classic Island tunes, and of course, marvelled at the sea life native to Tahiti.
Then the boy and I headed inland to play some Tahitian Mini Golf (yeah, that’s right.) There were some fantastic tourist sites along the way, including the Temple of the Forbidden Treasure, seen left. Very impressive in person let me tell you, the photo doesn’t do it justice. We hit a slight snag in the plan when our “rental car” broke down on us while we drove one of the busiest roads in Tahiti. (In reality it was our real car, and it stalled on Wilshire Blvd. Yikes!) But the boy kept his cool and helped me to not freak out and spoil the vacation completely.
After our outing, we headed back to the resort where we sipped margaritas and enjoyed a proper feast including the rare but delicious Tahitian Artichoke. We were surprised by the amount of fluff surrounding the heart, but then again, we are not regular artichoke eaters.
When all was said and done we had to head back to Los Angeles so that I could be ready to work tomorrow. But it was a great make-believe vacation, even if it only lasted 24 hours. I think the boy is itching to “travel” again very soon. As for me? My imaginary passport is in hand and I am ready to go! Bring on the make-believe adventures!