I’m sitting on our seventh floor balcony at The Fountains, a BlueGreen timeshare in Orlando, Fla., checking in before our mandatory 8:30 a.m. sales pitch.
We bought a BlueGreen Sampler package last year when we spent three days at one of their resorts on Table Rock Lake south of Branson, Mo. and one of the conditions of the deal was that we consent to endure another sales pitch when we used our travel points. The fact that we had to apply for an extension of the one-year travel period underscores how his program just doesn’t fit the way we vacation. We’re only here because we didn’t want to waste the $695 we invested last year. That’s what I’m going to tell the BlueGreen person in about a half-hour.
We left home Saturday morning and made it to Midway, Fla., in the Florida panhandle that night, driving down to Flagler Beach for a shrimp and scallop linguine lunch and some beach time yesterday before continuing on to Orlando and The Fountains.
The access to our room is an exposed walkway that triggers my acrophobia bigtime. Nice of them to put us on the fucking top floor.
The good news is that the weather forecast is splendid – warm sunny days with little or no chance of rain. The bad news is that it’s killing me to be here without a motorcycle. Oh, well. There’s always Daytona Beach Bike Week.
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