We’re all about themes this week at kt literary, and since the Shelf Elf has posted a great review of Suite Scarlett by Maureen Johnson, and mentioned fondly The Hopewell Hotel which plays such a big part in the story, I couldn’t help but wonder…
What are some of the most memorable hotels you’ve stayed in?
For me, there was this hostel in the Garden District of New Orleans my junior year of college. Five friends and I drove down from Delaware for our spring break, and stayed on the second floor at the front of a converted mansion. A small bathroom linked our two bedrooms, each of which had floor-to-ceiling windows wider than an arm’s reach that opened out onto a balcony. At the time we were staying there, the hostel was also hosting an international smorgasbord of other young travelers, and we spent many nights that week all out on our balcony, talking to each other, learning about everyone’s travels (and drinking). I’m not sure I’d want to go back now, being in a completely different time of my life, but it was a perfect hotel for a college-age kt.
Your turn!
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I think I told you this story recently, but one of my most memorable:
I was planning a trip to London and wanted to economize as much as possible. So I scoured the Internet until I found a hostel in Earl's Court that was very inexpensive. I was ready to rough it. Truly. But as I hauled my luggage up the narrow staircase to my room, I passed the kitchen. Now, I'm not the neatest housekeeper to ever live, but just… ew. In my room were several empty band camp bunk beds. One, however, had someone's belongings piled on it. Guy belongings. As in, I'd be sharing a room with a guy. I thumped and bumped my way back down to the lobby and told the registration clerk I was leaving. He made me pay 12 pounds for that night, which I gladly paid. I went around the corner, where I found a quiet street lined with small hotels. I had to pay seven times what I'd have paid per night at the hostel, but I had a real bed and my own bathroom.
The moral of the story: No matter how young you feel, there is a reason they're called youth hostels. π
Ohmigosh, I think I stayed in that same hostel! The student center where I worked sponsored a trip there during Spring Break of my senior year in college. There were enough girls to more or less take over a whole room of bunk beds, so even though the guys had their own room, they came and stayed with us. It was such a blast (despite the fact that we essentialy had one bathroom for nearly twenty people).
In Glenwood Springs is the Hotel Colorado. It's supposedly haunted…when we were in high school, we stayed there every year during our trip to the choir competition on the western slope.
The guys would go down to the basement where there were dumb-waiter-type tubes…and they'd whisper-sing these dissonant chords into the tubes. The management got many calls from rooms about the 'ghosts' calling in their heating vents π
But the best part was really the hot springs right there.
i was a part of a gap year at a crowne plaza hotel in australia. there were 10 of us and we all lived in house for three weeks. it was great fun! we ran around, ordered room service, swan in the pool – all between working of course π
the best was my surprise 19th birthday party – they broke into my room, locked me out, and put up streamers, balloons, alcohol, food, the works. it was great π