Today was all about driving, toilet breaks and petrol.
Oh yeah and getting to Minneapolis.
Nic had a conference there for Cystic Fybrosis and while she was at the conference centre all day, for three days, my plan was to stay in my pj’s for as long as possible.
So Shelia (did I mention that’s what we call the Tomtom?) got us safely to Minnesota and we pulled into the driveway of The Hilton where we were staying.
Pretty flash huh? Are you jealous?
We were pretty excited to be staying somewhere so posh and after parking the car (self park not valet - we are on some kind of a budget you know) ended up in the big fancy foyer to check in.
While we were a bit put out that we actually had to pay for parking (everywhere else we have stayed it has been free) imagine what we thought when we found out that there was no breakfast included and even more scungy, no free internet. Now, we obviously don’t stay in fancy places but they are not cockroach infested motels with loofah like towels and walls so thin you can hear the guy next door fart. But they do provide free parking, free internet and free breakfast all for less than a third of the price than the Hilton.
The rooms however were lovely and big with soft comfy beds, warm doonas and Crabtree and Evelyn toiletries.
I have also come to realize how to tell if you are actually staying in a fancy hotel.
Look in the cupboard. If you can take the coat hanger off the rail (don‘t you just hate trying to hang things up in the places where they are fixed?), you are on a winner.
I guess they figure that if you can afford to stay there, you’re not likely to steal the coat hangers.
Oh yeah and getting to Minneapolis.
Nic had a conference there for Cystic Fybrosis and while she was at the conference centre all day, for three days, my plan was to stay in my pj’s for as long as possible.
So Shelia (did I mention that’s what we call the Tomtom?) got us safely to Minnesota and we pulled into the driveway of The Hilton where we were staying.
Pretty flash huh? Are you jealous?
We were pretty excited to be staying somewhere so posh and after parking the car (self park not valet - we are on some kind of a budget you know) ended up in the big fancy foyer to check in.
While we were a bit put out that we actually had to pay for parking (everywhere else we have stayed it has been free) imagine what we thought when we found out that there was no breakfast included and even more scungy, no free internet. Now, we obviously don’t stay in fancy places but they are not cockroach infested motels with loofah like towels and walls so thin you can hear the guy next door fart. But they do provide free parking, free internet and free breakfast all for less than a third of the price than the Hilton.
The rooms however were lovely and big with soft comfy beds, warm doonas and Crabtree and Evelyn toiletries.
I have also come to realize how to tell if you are actually staying in a fancy hotel.
Look in the cupboard. If you can take the coat hanger off the rail (don‘t you just hate trying to hang things up in the places where they are fixed?), you are on a winner.
I guess they figure that if you can afford to stay there, you’re not likely to steal the coat hangers.
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