Dear Hotel,
I slept in your pull out bed once again last night. It was an adventure. Sincerely, Walking Around Like I've Been Pummeled by a Shovel. Today, after several cups of free coffee, I head down to the pool with my little sister, who is clearly ecstatic about this. She is waddling out of the elevator in her striped swim suit with her water toys in tow.
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Ok, so that paradise thing? I could have been wrong about that. For one, the pull out couch-bed was like sleeping on tree bark. Secondly, no-see-ums? They’re seriously nasty little buggers and they’re everywhere.
On the other hand, it’s sunny and eighty five. The palm trees sway in the slight sweet salty breeze that plays off the ocean, and there’s complimentary coffee downstairs twenty four-seven. So I grab a cup (or three), sit on the balcony with my G-2 and notepad, and contentedly wait for my herd to get up. |
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