Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Surprising Charlotte and The Case of the Difficult Hot Soak

With a little more time to investigate Charlotte, I find it's quite nice. Some impressive statues (for a change, these are not of Civil War generals) and groovy architecture, this "Queen City" has more style than I perceived on first glance. From architecture that manages to be both modern and retro to a plethora of water features, Charlotte is definitely a Southern Belle - she's made up and coiffed perfectly.

But that means absolutely nothing if there is nobody about. Tuesday night, it was a ghost town. Wednesday, the opposite. It's warm but a cool breeze slipped in and out of the buildings to make ambling along Tryon enjoyable. Dinner at Rock Bottom was a treat for this beer lover and the walk back in the dark was the perfect moment for Charlotte to show off her many well-lit charms.

My idea of the perfect relaxing evening. I'm so old.


Then, of course, we come to the Difficult Hot Soak. I was so excited to have a whirlpool tub in my room! But I had no idea how difficult these puppies could be to operate. It took 20 minutes to fill with water (I am NOT complaining, because it's so big I actually floated!) and then it took me 15 minutes to figure out how to turn on the jets. You can see from the photo below that the instructions were a bit... worse for the wear and hard to read. I finally won my bubbly soak by going cromagnon and pounding on the damn button repeatedly until I was rewarded with jetty goodness. But after all that effort, I didn't feel very relaxed. In fact, I spent 10 minutes in the bubbles and that was enough.



This is why I need a servant boy. I can't be bothered with minutiae like preparing a whirlpool bath. I want to just walk in the room, get in the tub and have my cabana boy pumice my feet and serve me a fruity drink. But how to expense him...

Flights

None. Rental car: 883 miles driven.

Bags

The usual demo gear/backpack combo. My huge pink suitcase (I was mocked, finally, for this girlie monstrosity) was stuffed to the gills since I didn't have to worry about flight restrictions.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Crap, I'm old, too. When I saw that picture I felt all relaxed inside. Have I told you lately that I'm jealous of all the travel?

Maisy said...

Anyone who mocks your magnificent pink suitcase has no soul, and no appreciation for travel gear with some personality.

Oh, and I so envy your whirlpool.