the Muscat hillbillies go to Atlantis

The subtitle for this weekend was, “if only I had more time . . .” I would have taken more pictures of the amazing detail of the hotel decor, taken another shower in the bathroom that had the best rain/waterfall shower head, taken a bath in the soaking tub, enjoyed a cup of coffee on our balcony that overlooked the beach and the pool, gone to another meal at the extravagant buffet that I still haven’t talked about, and I would have taken pictures of it all. I guess I was having too much fun to whip out my camera for most of it. And I didn’t want to look any more out of place than we already were, so I’ll just have to describe it the best I can.

So that HUGE blown glass sculpture that looks like Medusa’s hair snakes met up with Marge Simpson’s stylist was situated under a beautiful stone dome in the middle of the lobby. In the picture on the left you can see the scale — the people are tiny standing under the huge arches.

We were killing time in the lobby while Josh was checking in. I was warning everyone not to touch anything and to pretend that they had actually been in a nice hotel before instead of acting like they’d been trapped in a car for the past 5 hours. Which was a lot to ask considering that’s exactly what they had been doing. And, since we were driving a rental car it had a lovely “safety feature” built in: any time we drove over 120k/hour it would ding, “bing-bong! bing-bong!” Repeatedly. Of course the speed limit was 120k/hour so it would be like having the car set off an alarm any time you drove 65 mph. I thought I was going to lose my mind.

And then the baby screamed for the first hour and a 1/2 and ended up having a poop that got all over her clothes and the car seat (again) and between that and the dinging and the many roundabouts that are collisions waiting to happen, I was very thankful to finally arrive in paradise.

Of course my kids thought the huge lobby was a perfect place to start wrestling. You know, with those huge padded wrestling mats they had lying around.

They stopped wrestling long enough to pose for a picture, but that’s about all I got out of them.

Cause they were itching to hit the waterpark, ASAP.

Who cares about underwater themed rooms when you can actually be in the water?