Chateau Escape

November 28, 2016

While the rest of the world was going nuts bursting down doors and trampling over their fellow shoppers at stupid o’clock on Black Friday morning, we were smuggly enjoying a little escape at a way too fancy Chateau about an hour outside of Atlanta. In theory this was going to be a lazy, luxurious weekend of fine dining and even finer drinking. In reality, we brought the kids, enough said. Fancy Chateau + 2 little boys who’s current favorite pastime is wrestling and dragging each other across floors and furniture = 2 parents under constant scrutiny by Chateau staff and fellow Chateau dwellers radiating disapproval from the very core of their dilated retina’s. But we refused to be intimidated, brazenly taking our place in the overly fancy dining hall, believing we could telepathically communicate (cos one does not yell at ones children in a Chateau dining room) to our 4 yr old and 2 yr old our desire for them to elevate their behavior to civilized, at least for the next 30 minutes. But the food service was slow, deliberately so, as its designed for the child free adult with all the time in the world to sit and eat and drink and converse. It was not designed for the likes of us. So one meal experience was all it took for us to take the rest of our dining off the estate.

Pros of the weekend? well, there was the whole opportunity to spend time together in fabulous surroundings. The complimentary bottle of wine (aka momma’s juice) delivered to our room every afternoon. No cooking, cleaning or any other daily household admin work to perform. The gift of napping, while the children napped. Small things, but one should never underestimate the value in small things. All in all we did enjoy it, just not in the way we’d imagined.

Le Chateau.

The Chateau was on the grounds of a winery. Wine as far as the eye can see.

A few stubborn grapes braving the cold and managing to cling to the vine.

Walking the gorgeous trails.

The pool on the property was outdoor and cold, but the hot tub, was hot and we had it all to ourselves.

10 minutes up the road was the Mayfield ice-cream factory. So we decided to take a tour. Keane meets daisy the cow.

In for the tour.

No photography was allowed during the factory tour, but our main concern was the ice-cream tasting afterwards.

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