: the lore of hotels and inns
|The Sofia Hotel|
In my other life, I would own a hotel. I love them. Nice ones. Not the ones that are grungy and so dirty you can't walk around barefoot. I love really nice hotels. I never stayed at the Sofia Hotel in San Diego but I did have coffee in their lobby during my lunch break when I had jury duty. It was great.
One of my favorite hotel memories is when my husband and I stayed at the Le Merigot in Santa Monica. We walked into the hotel, on a red carpet and the door man (who was wearing a long-tailed tuxedo and top hat) opened the door for us and our scruffy dog, Floyd. Floyd walked into that hotel like he owned it. People stared but we didn't care. Our dog deserves the best. If you are ever in Santa Monica, I would highly recommend this hotel.
When I was living in California my husband tried talking me into going to Vegas but I just didn't want to go. Nothing about the place appealed to me. In the 2007 firestorm, we were sort of forced to evacuate San Diego because the air quality was so bad. We drove east and ended up in Las Vegas.
It was not what I expected. I had a blast and I think the main reason was because I spent 10 hours going in and out of really amazing hotels. I love everything about them: the vacation-like feel you get as soon as you walk in, the beautiful furniture and art, sparkling clean rooms and how everything you could ever want is in one place.
*I'm participating in the 2013 A to Z Challenge. Every day in April (except for Sundays) I will be posting according to a letter of the Alphabet. To read more about my theme, click here.