We are lucky enough to escape to a mini-vacation from our permanent vacation, every once in awhile. It doesn’t happen often; but when it does, it is oh so sweet. We packed an overnight bag and the dog and spent Valentine’s night at Naples Bay Resort. Good thing we didn’t have time for a second night; affordability would have sent us back to the RV. There were yachts and Ferrari’s, Aston Martin’s and valets; Butlers and a Tiffany- laden concierge. It was breathtaking. Our little balcony overlooking the marina entertained our little dog. A single yacht in the canal was worth everything we own, and there were dozens. It looked like a postcard from Venice. The bathroom was as big as the RV; even the dog was amazed, walking around the space slightly stunned at the additional square footage just for her. We walked to one of the resort restaurants for dinner; paid too much for hummus, radishes and cod. I immersed myself in a gigantic bubbly tub and blissfully enjoyed the 24 hours. It’s one of the millions of memories packed away for later days. At 85, I may not have a luxurious Valentine’s night, but I will have a sweet memory of one.