No, it’s not our intense love of running and french fries. Although, the potato is very dear to me and to him, as evidenced by our physiques … hence the reason we have to run.
No, it’s the love of the hot springs of Arkansas.
Hot Springs was Clinton’s boyhood home where he was lovingly referred to as Bubba. (In all my life, I would never want the nickname “Bubba.” I always wanted a cool nickname like “Jules” or “Libby,” but alas, that never happened seeing as my name is nothing close to those.)
Hands down, best thing about our vacation was not …
Shopping on the Boardwalk in Downtown Shreveport where I got the cutest little sundress …
Or eating the famous strawberry pie from Strawn’s …
Or our awesome condo we had overlooking the lake (with the world’s largest jacuzzi tub I’ve ever seen) …
Or eating the even-more famous tamale plate at McClard’s BBQ, of which I only at a third (and that third hurt me later) …
Or the last-minute visit to the Mid-America Science Museum because of the downpour on our amusement park day …
Or our visit to Magic Springs/Crystal Falls, where Beau got sick after the first ride (note to self: don’t ride the biggest, baddest ride in the park first-thing, especially after eating BBQ ribs). We did end up getting rained out by late afternoon. Here’s La Petite Belle’s video I didn’t know she was making after we left the water park, soaking wet. (Note that Beau and I are arguing over whether or not I messed up his stupid Google maps directions to the resort. I stand by the fact that I did not touch any button.) …
Or the day of fishing where we caught absolutely nothing and La Petite Belle begged to keep the minnows as pets …
Or meeting one of my long-time blogging friends, Sara, and her husband (although that was pretty awesome and meeting her just made me love her even more … seriously, ya’ll, she’s sweeter than you can even imagine) …
But, the best thing was this: Buckstaff Bathhouse, where I took K Belle for her first-ever “spa” treatment, including massage. The major difference was the whole bathing experience and the fact that you are buck-naked … hence the name, “BUCKstaff.” K Belle was mortified and insisted on wearing her bathing suit. But, let me tell ya’ll, it was an awesome experience. I felt like a cross between Scarlett O’Hara and Frances Farmer, as portrayed by Jessica Lange in the 1982 film, “Frances.” I was scrubbed down like some sort of queen, but in a facility that reminded me of the insane asylum. But, seriously, the water is pumped in from the natural hot springs and is full of minerals and nutrients. I soaked in it. I was steamed in it. I showered in it. I was wrapped in it. I came out looking like a prune and loved it.
After our treatments
Now, it’s back to real life. Well, after Beau draws my bath for me.
A spa day sounds wonderful…
Just came by via Sara's site and loved reading about your trip. Next time I am in Hot Springs NC I will indeed go to the spa!
How about the nickname "Daffy?"
Jeff … I was so close to rejecting your comment. Not an acceptable nickname.
Looks like a great time! Your food pics have my mouth watering, and my stomach reminding me that it's supper time! 🙂
Not having a daughter just means I get double the spa treatments, right?? Looks like way too much fun!
It looks like so much fun!
Sounds like a fun time.