After our tour of the tea factory in the morning, we came back to the main house for lunch and then returned to our bungalows to spend the rest of the day relaxing in our rooms. It was our first day since arriving in India ten days ago that we were able to stop and take a breath!
Included in our room package at Glenburn Tea Estate was a free full body massage for each of us. The massage room was located in the same bungalow as our rooms, so the masseuse came to us! I’ve only had two other massages in my life, and I am positive neither was quite as…thorough…as this one. I was biting my lip, nearly drawing blood, trying not to giggle as she massaged my upper body. Lexie got her first massage, too!
The guys were offered free massages as well, but traded them in for foot rubs instead. Poor Cory – this was probably the only one he’ll ever get. I have a huge aversion to feet. (It’s so bad I’ll even gag when one of Cory’s toes touches me when we’re laying on the couch together.)
During everyone’s massages, we played games in the living room and wandered around the estate when it would stop raining for a few minutes. Lexie and I found two kittens, both new to the plantation, and played with them until I started breaking out in hives. Stupid allergies.
Our dinner this evening was a traditional Bermese-style dinner, something I’d never tried before. There were two new arrivals to the hotel, a couple from China and a British family living in South India. It was fun having so many new people to talk to at dinner and get to know. I’ve never stayed at a place where the guests spend as much time together as we did at Glenburn. I really enjoyed it and will look for more bed and breakfasts like this one when we travel in the future.
Every evening we would finish dinner really late, or at least late for me anyway. (I’m used to eating at 6:30 every night.) So as soon as dinner was over, we would always head straight to bed, which is what we did Sunday night until I heard a knock on our door. It was my sister – we had forgotten, for the entire day, that it was Father’s Day. Worst. Daughters. Ever. Who spends the whole day with their dad and forgets to tell him Happy Father’s Day? Apparently we do.
For some reason or other, my sister happened to be carrying paper and colored pencils with her, so we hastily drew a picture for my dad and went upstairs to wake him up. We wanted to make sure that we told him Happy Father’s Day before the entire day completely passed!
It’s a real masterpiece, isn’t it? This one belongs in a frame hanging in his office, for sure. Nothing like forgetting your dad on his special day to say thank you for the trip of a lifetime, huh? We’ll be better next year, Dad. Promise!