I love staying in hotels. I love staying in them even more if things are a little bit strange.
Our hotel last night had people bowling in the upstairs hallway. I think it might have been some group of work friends or something, but in my mind it was a group of Olympic hopefuls who don’t even let a night at a mid-budget hotel keep them from their dream.
The local news had a feature on the danger of feral pigs in the area. “They’re big, they’re mean and they’re coming for you!” Apparently we are now allowed to shoot feral pigs without a permit. Since I don’t carry any sort of projectile weapons while on vacation (or, you know, anytime at all) this wasn’t so comforting. We were in a first floor room and it was very hard not to look at the wilderness outside outside our window and wonder if beady-eyed pigs were staring back at us being all feral.
Room service! Our hotel was attached to a little restaurant which meant they offered room service. We were able to order snacks late at night instead of braving the wild outdoors (and the feral pigs). We decided to all order apitizers for snacks and I got fried pickles. I first had them when I went to Canada and in my mind they were a unique and delicious treat that I shared with my little brother. In reality…they were a unique and delicious treat that I shared with my little sister! They were really good and it was very fun.
I love hotels!
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