Our first motel had a nice fringe benefit: a grassy central courtyard with a gazebo and goldfish pond at our end.
Technically, the waterfall is not a fountain, and the pond is full of fish and therefore not suitable for wading or swimming. So the kids loved spending time running around it, checking out the waterfall, the little bridge, and ... feeding the fish.
It's true. We lucked out and happened to be there when the groundskeeper was going to start tossing them their Fish Chow (or whatever). My daughter asked politely if we could feed them and he said "sure!"
Recap: more water, rushing water sound, bubbles, fish, bridge, gazebo, fish swimming, warm and lazy afternoon, get to wear swim suits, get to *feed the fish*, and no school. It's official, we have a new favourite motel.
(P.S.: notice James's shoes -- he has a thing for constantly putting them on the wrong feet. Gah!)
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