On the second day of our trip to the Westin La Paloma, my mother and I arranged for the ultimate morning.
Step 1: Superfoods Breakfast at Azul
Step 2: Drop Mazzy off in the Westin Kid’s Club
Step 3: Get massages at the Elizabeth Arden Red Door Spa
Now. It should be noted that with the exception of Mazzy’s preschool, I have never dropped her off anywhere alone with strangers in her life. I was a little nervous and asked lots of questions over the phone.
“What is the child to adult ratio?”
“What kind of activities go on there?”
“Are you sure it’s okay to drop off a two-year-old?”
The staff assured me that all would be fine and Mazzy would be well taken care of. They said there are usually very few kids in the club at once and when they aren’t playing indoors, they might take the kids for a nature walk outside to explore the local plants and whatnot.
Seemed harmless enough.
We got Mazzy ready, took the golf cart to the other side of the hotel (Mazzy LOVED riding on the golf carts) and strolled into the Westin Kid’s Club armed with a little bag of all my daughter’s necessities— cup of milk, juice box, Boo (her blankie), snack trapper of goldfish crackers and Pablo (her stuffed dog that she bought and named at the airport).
After filling out some paperwork, I turned to tell Mazzy goodbye.
Mazzy wasn’t even interested. She was too busy looking through the bins filled with never-berfore-seen toys.
“Mazzy, I’m gonna go now. Are you okay?”
Nothing. She had discovered a basketball hoop.
“Mazzy, I love you. I’ll see you in two hours…”
Nothing. She was already running across the room to scope out a dollhouse.
I left the Kid’s Club, went right next door and opened the big red door to the Elizabeth Arden Red Door Spa.
I should mention that the Kid’s Club is situated right in the middle of a whole spa and fitness complex. There is a gym, tennis courts, an Olympic sized lap pool, and of course, the spa.
The whole set-up made me wish I had something similar at home.
Surely, I would use it daily.
After our massages (which were awesome and probably deserve their own post), my mother and I picked up Mazzy who was, of course, happy and unharmed.
She was also sporting a brand new Westin Kid’s Club backpack, filled with crayons, an activity book and a water bottle.
I’m not sure what made her more happy— her new backpack (she insisted on wearing it everywhere from that point forward) or the golf cart ride back to the main lobby for lunch.
Either way, the spa/kid’s club combination did everybody good.