Ah, morning! I heard a vague sound, squinted my eyes open, and thought that it must be pretty darned early for the light to be so blue and vague. It took me a while to figure out where I was and why I was staring at a wall that didn’t belong there. Ah, yes. Hotel. “Good morning,” I said to my early-riser hubster.
“I was going to give you another 15 minutes,” he said. Then it would be ten o’clock.”
Time zone change and traveling had done me in, and the light was all wrong because of those lovely hotel drapes that can block the light so efficiently. I wished for a cup of coffee to appear, but settled for a shower, repacking, checking email on the weird hotel system (No wireless? Really?) and we trudged down to check out.
Then I pointed sub-humanly to a bakery I’d seen in the hotel complex, assuming that there would be coffee available as well. Hubster kicked the coffee habit, but he indulged my incoherent ramblings. I stared at the pastries and decided that the giant croissant would keep me going for the next leg of the journey.
“I’m all out of lids,” the nice lady said after I had pumped out the cup of coffee. Aargh. We wanted to get on the road. But I wisely had brought a thermos with me. It had been filled with water, but I figured that I could pour my coffee in there, and we’d be good to go.
I dumped several containers of half-and-half into my coffee and sipped enough so I could walk with it lidless. And it was darned good coffee. For a moment I regretted not finding out the brand, but I had other purchases in mind, and I was anxious to get to our next destination.
A grocery store.