Oftentimes, we don’t think too much about the hotels we stay in. They’re a place to rest, a warm bed, a hot shower, perhaps a place for free breakfast? (One can only hope.) Nonetheless, there a few that stick out in my mind:
The Hotel Bloom in Brussels. Brussels itself was bitterly cold at the end of January 2011, but this hotel was bright, modern, cheery, and had the comfiest beds ever.
A hotel near a beach in the province of Granada, from which I hardly got any enjoyment (due to sun poisoning!) even though this was my view:
The Eagle’s Nest in Indianapolis where we ate while rotating around in the sky:
The Poet’s Hostel in Lisbon, the most fun hostel I’ve been to:
The Sheraton Hotel where Mario was fascinated by Chicago’s skyscrapers.
And who can forgot “Hostal Mario,” for which a cranky Spanish lady felt the need to tell us that Mario wasn’t allowed to run a business out of his apartment (when in reality, it was a joke—my brother and his friend were staying there)?
So, tell me, what have been some of your most memorable hotel stays?