I had told Maria that I needed a pillow for what has become known as my Vacation Chair and her artwork was more telling than I knew. Her pillow tells the story, but as with most stories, there is another story behind the story and so I will now tell “the rest of the story”...
We packed our groceries and “kids” in two cars, as our "adult" children are now "part alien" and prefer to travel with their own music, rolled down windows, sunflower seed spitting contests and the like, and besides they would then have their own wheels after arriving, and could take in what my husband and I didn’t care to, and leave us to a bit more peace or so I thought?
I believe that you have enough of the details to give you a picture of our lodging, and expectations of this trip, except to add that despite the pink and maroon tiling in the bathroom, the owner had been careful to pick a bright multicolored up-beat, floral shower curtain, and towels that matched only the colors in the shower curtain and none in the tile or pink porcelain fixtures. Its mirror was an old style medicine cabinet with bare Hollywood light bulbs down each side, to perhaps accommodate aspirin, sun lotion and Alka-seltzer that might be needed during such an excursion? But no, I had come to vacation and not sport any headaches! There you have it, the special motel of my undreamt dreams!