I was reading some comments sent to Daisy Quilts and something said sparked a memory.

A number of years ago my husband had just gone through a really rough time at work -- 800 people were laid off, but we kept our job. We were told to take a long weekend because there were going to be long hours ahead.
I decided to do something different so I asked my husband if he trusted me enough to let me plan a surprise trip without telling him anything about where we were going. He said, "well, yes, but...how will I know how to pack?" I'll tell you, of course.
I got on the phone and called Southwest Airlines and asked for their cheapest rates to San Diego, one of our favorite places to visit. Oh, dear, the tickets were just too expensive. I thanked the woman who was trying to help but told her that I just didn't think I could afford the tickets she found, even thought I thought it was a good idea. She asked what I was talking about and I explained what I was trying to do -- I was going to "kidnap" my husband so we could fly to San Diego and walk on the beach for a while.
Oh, she said, what a great idea! I promise I will find you some affordable tickets. SHE DID!
I asked for her name and she told me it was Rhonda. I laughed and said if I had known that I would have sung, "Help me Rhonda, help help me, Rhonda" She laughed and said I had just made her day. I told her she had made mine, also.
We packed our bags and drove to the airport. Our first stop (where we changed planes) was Phoenix, where my parents lived. When my husband saw what plane we were taking he thought, "Does she really think Phoenix is where I want to go?" Patience, I told him!
At Phoenix we changed planes, and the destination was revealed!
We landed in San Diego and rented a car -- would you believe they said all they had available was a Mustang! Did we mind? Nope, we didn't mind renting a great red Mustang! We got in our sporty car and drove up the coast, past the flower fields, to Carlsbad, where we checked into a motel we were familiar with (my daughter having lived in Carlsbad for a couple of years.) Then in the 24 hours we had for our adventure, we walked to the beach and walked up and down, loving the feel of the sand on our feet and the cool water washing over us.
That evening we went to "The Hungry Hunter" for dinner but alas, they had no openings. Reservations are required. However, I explained what we were doing and was told if we wanted to wait for a bit, perhaps someone would not show up. We waited and sure enough, we were seated and enjoyed a very delicious meal.
We had to go home the next day but the feeling of that lovely time at the beach stayed with us for quite some time.
So, if you even get an opportunity -- kidnap your spouse and take them on a surprise trip. I am sure you will both enjoy the get-away!