Five Star Hotels vs. Camping?

There once was a fair maiden Matron who lived in a humble bungalow.  

You might know her?  She would blog on occasion.

Every year, her family, despite her protests, would take her to a foreign land, 

(where there were no dishwashers.)

She would be expected to live in, a smaller than her bungalow, abode, with tacky linoleum.

The linoleum made her very unhappy.

The food, was cooked without the aid of a stove.

Fire was involved, and ashes... and smoke.

The smoke made her unhappy, and stinky.

Being stinky made her a little grumpy. 

This foreign land was called Camping.

Her children loved it,

and her husband enjoyed it.

The grumpy stinky Matron? She spent her time dreaming of Five Star hotels.

This foreign land had its highlights.

There was always wonderfully perked coffee, enjoyed alongside live entertainment,

and the company was always next to none.

The children loved to play in the water.

The matron, would watch from the shore, since the water was not heated.

And bathing suits were low on her list of favourite outfits.

But this year something changed.

The foreign land called Camping became a thing of beauty.

The Five Star hotels paled in comparison to this paradise.

The Agronomist's brother and his wife, 

bless their souls,

introduced the bungalow clan to a whole new world.

It was a paradise found on a wide blue expanse of water.

A paradise found on a boat.

A paradise found on the faces of beaming happy children.

Paradise was also found behind the boat.

All of a sudden the matron didn't mind being stinky.

No one could smell her hair with the cool breeze off the water.

She could enjoy the water up close rather from the sidelines, and....

even though she tried, she couldn't remember what was wrong with the linoleum.

While she watched her children jump in the water with their cousins,

she no longer missed her dishwasher.

And while she still didn't much care for bathingsuit attire.

She felt quite comfortable in a life jacket.

And finally, she discovered that cooking over an open fire...
was the best way to prepare the catch of the day.

Five Star hotels?

The Matron decided,

 were highly overrated.

     XO

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