After enjoying Poland for the obvious reasons of Tony and Kasia being there; great scenery; good local food; wonderful prices for the weak loonie… we landed in England.
It was not so Jolly of a landing let me tell you.
We have booked a walking tour with the Carter Company, they suggested we stay in Oxford for the first two days and get the “university” experience. This would include staying in St. Stephen’s University rooms and eating in the great hall. Sounds idealistic right? It probably would have been except that I suffer greatly when it comes to the chemicals burned within the product labeled “incense”.
Now I get that we were in a theology university, where people were searching for God. We were not. Our hallway and room smelled like THE gateway to God. Within 10 minutes my head exploded and I felt like I’d been on a two-week bender.
My immediate response was to ask politely (I am Canadian after all) to change rooms. Yes, there is another room available – guess where – RIGHT next door to the incense-burner’s room, not across the hallway. “Brilliant” and ‘no thank you” is a complete sentence right??!
The obvious answer was to call the Carter Company and ask them to substitute the university experience for a hotel/b&b inn experience. Seems simple except that we landed in Oxford during graduation week – thus the house was full – everywhere.
We eventually found an opening at Four Pillars Hotel. We landed in a room that based upon the ‘label’ looked great as we had a bed and Lara would be accommodated in the living room area of the room with an extra bed. That extra bed was set up for a 2-year sized cot. The room windows open merely 2 inches for fear of someone tossing themselves out the 2nd floor window into the farm pasture below the room window. The dying fan sounded like the landing of a 747 in the pasture below!?!
What’s a girl to do? Well I got my ‘bitch on’ and complained. At one point rudely bringing the offending fan into the lobby bar and plugging it in, whilst my husband being the gracious man, went to the bar to order a glass of wine.
Shit happens – it turns out travelling often requires a huge level of patience and bottle of WINE!