This past weekend in Canada was the Victoria Day long weekend, fondly known as May 2-4 where, for the most part, people set off fireworks in their backyards and scream until one o’clock in the morning. We take our long weekends very seriously in Canada and usually find ourselves wrapped in bacon by Monday morning. But, instead of hitting the highway, this time we decided to stick around, avoid the cottage traffic and putter in the garden. It was magical and reminded me how much I love Toronto. So, when I was offered a weekend stay at the Westin Harbour Castle for Mother’s Day I had a similar feeling…staycation? No drive? zero traffic? Avoidance of laundry?
Let’s do it.
The best part was arriving at our destination which was approximately a 10 minute drive from our house and my five year old, who is used to lots of long road trips, saying “That’s it? We’re here? ” I couldn’t tell if she was disappointed or relieved. But then she received her own exclusive kids club backpack and her own room key which prompted her to demand that we “live here forever.” I found it pretty cute that my two year old also received her own room key: You know, just in case she felt like staying up and partying with the other babies.
The view from our room was spectacular. In fact, I may go as far as saying that it may be the best view in Toronto. A clear uninterrupted view of the lake and Toronto Island isn’t something that you get every day. Or ever.
Let it be known that I have a thing for hotel rooms. There is something about a hotel room that makes me want to instantly put on a thick hotel robe (which I did), order a pizza (done) and then request an in-room movie (Wanderlust – put the kids to bed first. Although the nude scene with the senior citizens is educational it would just involve too many questions that I’m not quite prepared to answer.)
I also check out every square inch of the room like I’m about to buy the place. Here is my hotel room wish list:
- Spacious: If the hotel room isn’t as big as my own bedroom then I have to wonder “Why am I here?”
- A comfy bed, preferably with enough comforters and pillows to make me feel like I’m suspended in mid-air.
- Good shampoo and conditioner. I can’t even describe to you the amount of pleasure I receive out of free quality hair products. If I owned a hair care company I would get into the business of making hotel products. It’s the best advertising ever.
- Random bathroom accessories. Forget the sewing kit. This isn’t the 50’s. Bring on the q-tips and the spare nail file!
- Dimmers for lights: Please people it’s a HOTEL ROOM. I need mood lighting for reading Oprah magazine while wearing a robe and eating pizza.
- A nice iron: I can’t believe I’m even saying this but it’s true. I never iron anything at home but once I get to a hotel room I turn into a regular Martha Stewart. My clothes look perfect. But no, I’m not going to sew anything. I have limits.
- A gigantic remote control: the bigger the better with a giant red button that says ‘power’. You know?
- Amazing shower pressure: needs no explanation.
- A phone that immediately hooks me up to a friendly front desk staff or conceirege. I have a lot of questions for the time when I eventually get out of my robe.
- A great view: Really a metaphor for life.
And of course the knowledge that there is a pool. Ahhh…pool… More on that in the next post…
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