Halfway through our stay, we consciously slowed our pace. One day, no agenda. We slept in, made French press coffee, read under our awning, napped with Luna, and took long strolls. Afternoon, we attended the line-dancing lesson in the clubhouse (they teach gentle versions).
At dusk, we lit string lights at our campsite, cooked a simple pasta dinner, and drifted to the pond for firefly spotting. Later, we joined one of the nightly jams. No rush, no demands — just savoring time.