I was in Fort Myers, Florida for 13 days. It was wonderful to see friends again and the weather was beautiful. The hotel drove me crazy but a few of the reasons weren't the hotel's fault. I thought we were staying in a Residence Inn or Hilton Garden. They both feature a kitchenette and have a love seat and side chair in addition to either a table with chairs or a counter with stools for dining. We stayed elsewhere and spent 13 days in a hotel bedroom. Remember horror movies where the walls began to pulsate and then move in, little by little? I was there!
One thing definitely wrong with the hotel was their possessed thermostats. You may think you are setting them to maintain a temperature as you would at home but within minutes of turning your back on the dial, they slip into a different degree. It wasn't just us, our traveling buddy had the same experience six rooms down. If the room felt a trifle warm at 76* and you set the thermostat at 74*, you didn't get a little blast of cool air that brought the room down two degrees. You got the north wind at full force!
I've already talked about the mystery omelet but did I mention the language barrier between a Michigan gal who took French in high school and the hotel's housekeeping staff who neither parlez-vous'd Francais nor speaka da English? For the record, I am not making fun of anyone. The staff were always smiling and tried to be helpful but there was a huge gap in understanding each other. I wanted a role of toilet paper. The friendly woman from housekeeping smiled and nodded vigorously and handed me shampoo. Er...no thanks, I need bathroom tissue. She handed me more towels. Now what could I say or do that make her understand? Is there an acceptable universal sign for needing toilet paper? I can think of one but I didn't want to scare the poor woman. I found it on her cart and helped myself to a roll.
"Oiletay aperpay? Askway atway eckchay inway orway oolpay."
By Thursday evening I was happily counting down the hours until we returned to Michigan where my *real* computer, regular food (as opposed to restaurant meals 3 times per day) and oh yeah...my grandbaby lives. Hubby and his mentor had played golf that morning with one of the retired snowbirds. They were speculating that he wouldn't want to play again on Friday as he prefers not to play back to back days. While the three of us were having dinner, the snowbird called to say he would not be golfing on Friday because he had been ill since 3:00 and had spent most of the late afternoon in his bathroom.
Hubby and I were back in our