We pulled up to the hotel, which was the fabulous Sanctuary Beach Resort just outside of Monterey in Marina, CA. Yes, yes, the rooms are lovely. But let me show you the real reason the Goodlaffs loved staying there:
Golf. Carts. True to the name, the Sanctuary Beach Resort is located in a marine sanctuary--a preserved coastal habitat--and as such, you can't drive your earth-killing, carbon-spewing cars up to your room.
Definitely worth preserving...
Solution? Golf carts. Any hotel that gives me my own golf cart is okay in my book.
Our room was really nice. Plush, comfy, and it had an amazing view!
Yeah, that's our balcony...
That night, the Goodlaffs went to dinner at the Chart House in Monterey. We sat right at the window, looking out on the bay as the tide came in and the sun went down. Once we found our table, the hostess gave us our menus and at the top they had printed a little note of congratulations to the Goodlaffs. It had our name and everything--a really nice personal touch. Our food was great, and we lingered there over dinner for a long time.
Do I even need to tell you want happened next? Mr. Goodlaff and I, being the honeymooning hombodies we apparently are, headed back to our hotel and relaxed for the rest of the night, listening to the sound of the waves crashing on the beach just a short walk away. We liked this whole "honeymoon" thing, and wondered how long we could logistically vacation before running out of money and losing our jobs (answer: probably not as long as we would have wanted).
We were nearing the end of our trip--only one night left. But where were we headed this time? Stay tuned!
There's still room in the car! Ride along with us:
Chapter 1: We Mini-Moon!
Chapter 2: Mission Possible
Chapter 3: The Castle on the Hill