After about 14 long hours in the airports, last Saturday I was finally in Boston, MA. Since a cab would have been about $60 from the airport to my hotel, I figured I’d try to learn the mass transit system in Boston; my hotel was only 1/5th of a mile from a transit station.

After a few false starts and some confusion (inbound/outbound vs cardinal directions), I finally got on the right train and eventually to my hotel. The hotel was right next to the last stop. It was Saturday morning, around 7am, and it was HOT!

I got to the hotel, did an early check in and immediately checked back out. The room was small. European sized. Teensy… cute, but itty bitty. And most of all, it didn’t have a bathtub!!!! You may have known me for a while, but I bet unless you’re family you didn’t know that I LOVE taking baths. (Well, except for that whole 100 things about me thingy I did a while back. But I bet you didn’t read that did you? You fell asleep on the third one, about 6 questions in, didn’t you? Anyways..)

A whole week in a postage stamp sized room that was smaller than the dorm I lived in for a summer during an internship in Fairbanks, um-No, I don’t think so. Besides, I bought a couple of really cool bath salts out to try just in case I need it after a hard day’s walk! Which would be useless without a tub.

I called the Marriott and booked a room, then caught a cab on over. The room has a bathtub. It’s a soulless commercial hotel, but I can soak in a bath and they have free shuttles to my training facility. Works for me!

So the first night, I stepped out onto the back, made sure I had my keycard, and closed the door and relaxed and read a book. Imagine my surprise when the card didn’t work - even worse luck, I had engaged the privacy latch on the other door! I had to call the front desk, who called security to finagle me into my room. They explained they were undergoing renovations and the doors to my room hadn’t been sync’d yet, as one door had been remodeled, but the other one hadn’t.

I’m the lucky one, yeppers! Anyway, I came back to my room this evening to find that they had fixed the door, AND given me a small fruit and nut basket. Wow. Not bad - maybe they do have a smidge of soul somewhere!