In the reception area of out hotel. Home for the last 9 days. Waiting to be whisked away to my new home. Everyone around looks at me with amazement and wonder because all the see is a single person, presumably a tourist, with a pile of luggage that could take you through a year with some left over. Predictable female over packing.
I took a picture of the huge carved stonework fireplace here, surrounded by black leather couches on red and burgundy rugs; dark wood paneling setting off the marble floors... but it's a bit dark. I don't want to get too caught up in fiddling with it right now because I didn't park all of my worldly possessions on that side of the room. I am front and center so my ride, Hella, can't miss me. I can see whose pulling up from here. I'd walk away, but it's a little busy here, and I don't' want my things to walk away as well. I'm sure there was a photo of the fire place no the hotel web page anyhow.
It is nice that we were late in getting our web access for the room for the week. That way it lasted until today instead of only til Sunday. I've been joking with people who see this pile of baggage that we're only here for the weekend... The receptionist was happy for me that I can now leave the overpass restaurants behind in favor of my very own kitchen. I'm very happy about that too...very.
I just remembered that it's Tuesday and that the square by our new place is supposed to have an organic market on Tuesdays... yum!
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