Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Hotel Rooms

Whenever we're on the road for too long, my travel buddy will inevitably collapse on a park bench or refuse to budge from a bar stool.  "I just want to go home," he says.

I, on the other hand, could keep traveling forever.  I never want to go home.  I could live in hotels.  I love everything about hotel rooms.  The white fluffy duvets.  Little bottles of scented lotion.  Ice buckets.  Clean towels.  Fantasies of romance and intrigue.  Room service.  Maid service!!!  Mini-bars.  HBO.  The anticipation of tomorrow's itinerary.  Why would anyone want to go home?

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