Naughty me for neglecting this blog over the past couple of weeks.

I was on an island, sleeping in a tent, bathing in a lake. No joke!

Of course that was immediately followed by a couple nights spent in the swankiest of swank hotels in Toronto. I arrived in style: smelling of fish bait, covered in mosquito bites.

Wouldn’t have had it any other way though. I’m sure the staff of the hotel agreed.

I knew I was in Swankville when I overheard the conversation of a couple sitting next to me on the sheltered sofa of an overpriced restaurant inside the hotel. The manicured man clutching one of the two rat-like dogs he decided to bring along for the meal.

“His name is Armani,” he told the waitress stroking the yappy rat who was better groomed than me. “And this is my girlfriend Lisa Marie,” he added pointing to… well, he could have been refering to the girl next to him or the other dog perched on the sofa. Who knows!?

I’ll probably never stay in a hotel like that again. At least, not until I become a member of some European royal family - which lets face it - is going to happen.

So I basked in the delightfulness of it all, ensuring I swam in my room’s bathtub while reading “Luxery Travel” magazine and making bubblebath necklaces out of the designer soap included in the room. It smelt like money, and so did I. At least for a while.

I smell more like newsprint now.

Now it’s back to work. I’m writing this from my desk now.

Thinking back to my holiday now, it’s not the posh hotel I sit back and miss.

Instead, I’m smiling about the size of the anorexic tent I called home for three days in the wilderness.

I want to go back!

Tags: General Lori-ness //