I lived through retro

This weekend my wife and I went on a quick vacation up north. We decided that we would work on saving money so I found a motel that was of the old roadside variety. I made sure that the rooms were clean and that they would allow a pet. The woman I spoke to was pleasant with a sly sense of humor. I booked the room.

When we got up there, it was exactly as the website had stated so there was no disappointment at this point. It wasn't the Ritz, but it never advertized that it was. We went to dinner and walked around town.

When we got back, the room next to us was occupied and you could hear conversations through the walls. Every time voices sounded from the next room, Coco, our toy poodle, would "pre-bark" an agitated chuffing sound. There was a German Shepherd barking several doors down, which was Coco's "call of the wild".

I wouldn't describe the double bed as comfortable. Electircal outlets were hard to find (there were none in the bathroom, and there was no air conditioner. To cool the room down you had to open the window which let more sound in, to agitate Coco even more.

I woke up early morning with conflicting desires to get out of bed and stay in it. It hurt laying there, but I felt too tired to get up.

I have looked back on earlier days and motel stays with fondness. Less so now after this weekend.