I’d love to take credit for this, but it was entirely my husband’s idea. One weekend when we both had some free time, my husband told me to dress comfortably and bring a book of my favorite poetry (if your not into poetry, bring a portable DVD player and a romantic movie or the Chicken Soup for the Romantic’s Soul).
We drove for about an hour and a half and the whole way we caught up on our week and listened to a CD of our favorite songs that he made for me. He pulled into a winery, and we took a tour and tried the wine (however if your not into wine, tour a gourmet candy shop and buy a few pieces or a cheese shop or a microbrewery… whatever is close to you).
We didn’t stay for dinner, but enjoyed the sunset over the beautiful grounds. I thought our night was over and was already impressed, but then he stopped at a local lake. He pulled out a blanket from the trunk along with a huge picnic basket and asked me to grab my poetry book.
He set the blanket a few feet from the beach and pulled out 2 hurricane lamps, lit them and then prepared our dinner. After dinner he reached into that magical picnic basket once again and produced my favorite truffles and fed them to me while reading me poetry.
Unbeknownst to me he had booked a hotel room and instead of driving back that night he took me there.
All I can say is the romance of the night definitely led to our late check out time…
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