Hotels are like dysfunctional apartment complexes full of mostly rich people. We are here for only a short time, so we don’t organize. We accept the weirdness of hotels and move on.
Right now we’re at a fancy hotel my mom loved and visited with her sister. It was that special time after my dad died, when she cut her hair and started trying new things, but before her cancer discovery and treatment. I’m grateful her sister brought her here, and I think this is where she had her first massage.
Mama always told me she loved this place, it’s so beautiful here, and I would love it too. So it seemed right to come here to grieve her and cry, this special trip to my homeland. I wanted to see this place and figure out what she loved.
Arriving was overwhelming, and I cried in bed, cuddling Bunny. Ming was almost out of clean clothes and wanted to go to town to do laundry, but I asked him to do it the next day. I didn’t want to be left alone for two hours.
Right now Ming is snoring in bed, loudly, and I’m sorry for the neighbors. The walls seem thin, and I wish buildings were not built with thin walls.
This is a serious flaw of hotels and apartments. Most people need privacy, right? I wish soundproofing was the norm, as living in an apartment would be so much easier then. I was nervous, hearing the people upstairs clomp clomp above my head.
We had no idea that the day we checked into this hotel would be the last day of their holiday light display. I guess fancy hotels do stuff like this. A bored worker was charging ten bucks a pop for people without wristbands–we were given wristbands when we checked in at the hotel. “You’re good,” she said to us, when Ming flashed our wristbands.
I had never walked through a light display like this. Years ago we went to an elaborate drive thru one, with the Las Vegas Catholic Worker. I got a good view in the passenger seat, one of the few times being fat paid off. I think the seatbelts in the back of that truck didn’t fit me, too small.
There was a sea theme, as this fancy hotel is near the shore. I liked seeing what sea creatures they chose to depict, hoping for a squid for Ming, as he loves squids. I was shocked they had a mola mola.
Mola mola I have loved for a long time. They are awkward and get huge. There was one at the Monterey Bay Aquarium long time ago. They actually had two for a while, but they could not be kept together. Not that they fought–they swam away from one another, trying to get farther away, up against the opposite edges of the huge tank, looking for space. Poor mola mola are introverts, or just cannot coexist.
Look at these beautiful jellyfish! Ming said they were made with clear umbrellas.
It was fun to walk with Ming and get a lil exercise. My body needed that, after the day’s drive. We held hands, and it was romantic.
This sealion, one of her eye lights flashed off and on, like winking. It was cute.
Then an elder wanted to walk through the light display with her little dog, but she didn’t have a wristband. The worker said it was ten dollars without a wristband, so the elder walked away. But we were leaving, so Ming gave our wristbands to the elder and her partner. They were happy to receive that love.
Kinda like the bus. If you have a day pass, how can you not give it away, when you’re done riding.