
“It looks like a beautiful ballroom!” my awestruck five-year-old daughter exclaimed. She
approached the open restaurant floor and twirled with wonderment. In truth, we
were had just been brought into a nice looking bistro, but I couldn’t
fault her enthusiasm. We sat down to dine with some friends from out of town.
It was their last night here after a really nice visit. My kids had just spent
an hour swimming, jumping, and moving from the hotel pool to the hot tub and
back again.