After a long day of meetings and feeling grainy, it's so nice to grab a really long hot shower with the perfect water pressure. Then, there's nothing nicer than curling up on the couch in my jumpers to read with my bears next to me. Sometimes, I'd have eaten really little at dinner and a steaming cup of hot chocolate for supper would be perfect. When I took this photo, I was waiting for my hot chocolate. I was actually trying very hard to decide between yet another glass of icy cold yummy jus alpukat or hot chocolate. The latter won because the hotel promised me Valrhona, and the room was freezing.
I've a couple of weeks of The New Yorker to catch up on. It's one magazine that I refuse to subscribe to its digital edition. I like to hold a hard copy, rough it up and crumple its pages. It's fun buying it from bookshops at the airport. The articles on the daring and organized Pink Panthers, Jon Shook and Vinny Dotolo's restaurant Animal and the big fight that's looming between Apple and Amazon kept me very entertained.
I mostly travel alone. Rarely do I have room-mates. Even when it's just me in the room, I sleep fully clothed. Well, it isn't so much about the cold air-conditioning, but more of the niggling worry that I need to jump out bed in a hurry for a myriad of reasons including sudden evacuation from the hotel.