Freshly washed sheets
Bathrooms with bathtubs
Mini bottles of shampoo and conditioner
The bible in the bedside drawer
I love hotels. I’ve finally learned to accept it. I’ve been a budget travel for a long time. Couchsurfing at first, then a gradual upgrade to hostel dorm rooms, hostel singles with shared bathrooms, airbnb apartments, and now hotels.
Today I treated myself to a hotel room knowing that this will probably be one of few days that I can stay in one on this voyage through Chile. (Truthfully I’ve only made it down to Santiago and I don’t see myself leaving anytime soon. So it’s not really a voyage through Chile as it is a go to one place and roam around in Chile thing.)
I will sit here and watch WB, the only English station, into the wee hours of the night. Eventually I will order something from room service, just because I can. I will drink all of the tea and coffee, wash my hair and use all of the shampoo and conditioner, wrap myself in fluffy towels and lay out on the bed. In the morning I will head upstairs for the complimentary breakfast and at 12 I will walk to reception and check out. Out and back to airbnb where no one washes my sheets, no one makes the bed, and there is no room service. I will enjoy this evening. I won’t be taking advantage of my time in Santiago. No Friday night out. No museum. No shows. No pub crawls or meetups.
Just me, here, in this room, laying around, feeling luxurious, if only for one night.