Everybody eating the same bland breakfast. Saying good morning to a bunch of strangers and then hunting them later that night. Fresh clean towels every day, no questions asked.
Those hotel towels are magic. You can jizz on them, leave them on the floor and they will just clean themselves and get back in the shelves while you are eating breakfast.
As someone who whisked away jizz (at best) covered towels from hotel laundry carts for a living for a while, I am glad to have been part of the magic.
Tip your housekeeping staff if you can - we know what you did but keep it to ourselves ;)
(Also if you see the laundry guy when getting on the service elevator, do not make the "Is there a dead body in there" joke. There are far better choices, be creative)
I never understand when people complain about work travel, because hotels are so enjoyable to me. Like I get wanting to stay home because you've got things going on there that make you happy. But if you have to be away, why not go to a magical place that has none of your stuff. What color will the walls be? What will be the pattern on the bedspread? What will it smell like?
All of these answers will be surprises, and none of them will be unpleasant. You were consulted on none of this. It's all new. I love it.
I fully relate, I adore "strange experiences" and hotels can absolutely provide that.
People look at me like I'm strange for loving airports. I've been to so many, all around the world, and it's always this constant, always this focused energy and constrained anticipation, everyone, everywhere scrambling to this fantastic act that we do with casual ease, flying across the world and we treat it with such outward indifference, but you see it in almost everyone's eyes, as soon as the plane starts to move, people's masks fall and you see either the fear or excitement, the glances out the windows, the building intensity, the sudden launch into the sky as we all collectively break the apparent rules of nature and do something fantastic.
YES. Even just waiting for my flight, there's this pleasant mix of tension and purpose. And I'm not relaxed, per se, but it's one of the few times in my life when I don't have a nagging feeling that there's something else I should be doing.
I've just got everything I need, and I'm waiting for something amazing. It's perfect.
I don't travel for work much but I do enjoy getting to stay at hotels when I do. There's something about it that just disconnects you from everything and it's very relaxing. The last time I got back from the conference place we were at I just laid down and vibed to music on my phone for 2 hours. It was the most relaxed I've been in a long time. I can never do that when I'm at home because my brain will not stfu.
Yes, the post describes it very well. I don't/can't go on vacations very often, but apart from walking outside, I really like chilling in the hotel/hostel. It's so peaceful and calming. Serene
My parents worked at the same place for awhile as a kid. My mom worked days and my dad worked nights. I was too young to be left alone at home so my mom would take me in to work, they'd have shift change, and then my dad would take me home. They thought I was sitting in the breakroom watching TV but occasionally I'd go wander through the administrative offices. It was late enough that nobody was working in that part of the building so I'd go wander. I wouldn't touch a thing (except for the candy bowls some desks had) but the feeling of "nobody knows you're here" plus "you're not supposed to be here" plus "nobody may EVER know" resulted in a tingle throughout my whole body.
Road trips where every night is in a different hotel/B&B at dozens to hundreds kilometers apart are so great, reaching them like checkpoints, comparing them on every aspect but finally just staying from 22h to 8h, as a refreshing moment of washing, sleeping, until a new long day of discovery is coming.