To Valhalla and Back

Thom and I had planned to have this past week together; free from the constrains of work, not knowing what we would do with our unscheduled time. As the time grew closer, I asked him a most important question:

Do you want a vacation where we "do" something or have a relaxing, re-energizing retreat somewhere?

The stresses of work being what they are for both of us, the answer was unequivocal.

RETREAT.

Out was Disney (we're going in May anyway); out was the Kennedy Space Center; out was flying off somewhere to another busy city, doing the tourist thing.

Serendipity stepped in with Kizmet by her side. A client at work who grew up in the Keys told me of a quaint little resort down in Marathon. Thom called and by coincidence there was just a cancellation for exactly the week we wanted. Whether it be Odin, Freya, or Thor the gods of the Nordic pantheon were shining on us.

There is not much to tell about the resort itself, except that it is off the beaten path, has only five units, and is situated in a beautifully secluded area. Books (and iPhone with Kindle app) in hand, we spent hours relaxing and enjoying Keys life.

When we did venture out, it was mostly to eat. We eschewed dinners in favor of breakfast and a late lunch, deciding that we liked having the afternoon and night to chill and watch sunset. In atypical fashion we ate at only two places: Leigh Ann's Coffee House for breakfast and the Island Fish Co for lunches.

We hated to come home, but I'm sure will visit Valhalla again before the Valkyries come to bring us home.