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Toiletries and the internet.
Where would we bloggers be without the dynamic duo of rooms away from home? They are always a consistent lode for post material.
I have indulged in my share of whinging on both topics (washing my hands of the whole enchilada; high speed at a price). But color me happy (or a shade of happy) as a result of our California road trip.
After leaving Lake Tahoe, we stayed at two motels that would rate as functional with most travelers. No doormen. No soaring atria. No desk clerks with phony French accidents.
Just a place to sleep, shower, and shave. And to get on the internet.
In Morro Bay, it was an unaffiliated motel run by a pleasant Indian family. In Los Angeles, it was a Best Western run by friendly clerks from Indian families.
The toiletry sets in both motels included shampoo bottles that easily dispensed shampoo through simple twist caps. And soap wrappers that peeled opened at corners rather than requiring scalpels and surgeon precision.
I suppose there is some reason high falutin’ hotels secure their products in non-invasive packaging. Maybe they are designed for people accustomed to relying on the help undertake such menial chores.
I confess, though, to feeling my task meter rise a bit simply because I could use the soap and shampoo. At my age, small areas of competency are always appreciated.
The internet was a mixed bag. The Moor Bay connection was slow. The Los Angeles connection was speedier. But they were both adequate to get my travel notes online. Something I could not do in China.
True, the beds may have been firm enough to use as stones on which to spread fudge. But I cannot sleep well until I sleep on a bed for three days. So, these one night stands of sleeplessness were to be expected.
And now, I am in Melaque. For at least Saturday and Sundays nights. On Monday, the road tour continues.
This time to San Miguel de Allende.
Where would we bloggers be without the dynamic duo of rooms away from home? They are always a consistent lode for post material.
I have indulged in my share of whinging on both topics (washing my hands of the whole enchilada; high speed at a price). But color me happy (or a shade of happy) as a result of our California road trip.
After leaving Lake Tahoe, we stayed at two motels that would rate as functional with most travelers. No doormen. No soaring atria. No desk clerks with phony French accidents.
Just a place to sleep, shower, and shave. And to get on the internet.
In Morro Bay, it was an unaffiliated motel run by a pleasant Indian family. In Los Angeles, it was a Best Western run by friendly clerks from Indian families.
The toiletry sets in both motels included shampoo bottles that easily dispensed shampoo through simple twist caps. And soap wrappers that peeled opened at corners rather than requiring scalpels and surgeon precision.
I suppose there is some reason high falutin’ hotels secure their products in non-invasive packaging. Maybe they are designed for people accustomed to relying on the help undertake such menial chores.
I confess, though, to feeling my task meter rise a bit simply because I could use the soap and shampoo. At my age, small areas of competency are always appreciated.
The internet was a mixed bag. The Moor Bay connection was slow. The Los Angeles connection was speedier. But they were both adequate to get my travel notes online. Something I could not do in China.
True, the beds may have been firm enough to use as stones on which to spread fudge. But I cannot sleep well until I sleep on a bed for three days. So, these one night stands of sleeplessness were to be expected.
And now, I am in Melaque. For at least Saturday and Sundays nights. On Monday, the road tour continues.
This time to San Miguel de Allende.
