French Quarter
Well-Known Member
My husband takes the "no pool hopping" rule to the extreme. One night, after an amazing meal at Victoria and Albert's Chef's Table complete with wine pairing, we were leaving the resort late at night. There's something about wine that makes a pool look pretty good. I wanted to dip my toe in the water but my husband reminded me of the pool hopping rule. I remember begging him, "C'mon. Just my toe," but being the good little tourist that he is, he stuck to his guns. 
