I didn't go camping. Hubby and I decided it would be great if I flew down for the weekend so we could actually get to see each other, I must admit I was really looking forward to seeing the town and putting my feet up and have someone wait on me. So after sending the young people off to school, I had my mother — grandmother in charge for the weekend— come over then called a taxi for the airport. "Look at me now Jetsetter!" is all I was thinking throughout the flight.
All in all it was a great weekend but will be forever tainted by the horrible bed! This is what the title of this post refers to. It felt like I was sleeping in a sleeping bag on the cold hard floor. The pillows were so bad I convinced hubby to go to a sheet street to buy some and we snuck them in.
I am pretty sure that this is one of the few hotels that's not supplied by Sealy, because I honestly haven't had this problem since our honeymoon when we went to Thailand. The bed was a so horrible that we ended up spending the entire honeymoon on a makeshift bed on the floor. It was fun then, we were you and didn't know any better.
Speaking of not knowing any better, it turns out there's a big reason that hubby still hadn't checked into a hotel with better beds. The hotel's spa! They have a sauna, one thing I'm certain we'll end up building onto our house (are there solar-powered saunas?) This man I love so much could spend a good three hours sweating it up in there if he had a choice.
I soon found out why the spa is fully booked, the masseuse is an angel! She massaged out knots and stresses I'd forgotten were there, by the time I got back to the room after my session I collapsed on the bed and had a lights-out kind of nap. I found myself willing to endure the bed if it meant more sessions with Miss Magic Fingers. But on Sunday when I got back home and into my own bed, I realised that prevention trully is the only cure. Both my bed and pillow are just the right kind of hardness for my "brittle old people bones."
I did however, steal another session with Magic Fingers before heading home, now all I have to remind me of her are the scented candles and bath salts I bought at the spa.