So my trips have been pretty good up to now. What's funny is that I would have loved this trip if not for the circumstances. I was excited to be going to Oregon, where it was snowing and there were mountains. And it was fine until I saw the hotel room. Or really, I guess it was a motel. Listen, I'm not a snob by any means. When a friend wanted to go to New York to see Equus, and we didn't have a lot of money to spend, and she booked us a room at the West Side YMCA, I didn't complain. It was just a place to sleep, after all. I can sleep just about anywhere. But this place. It was like hell. Literally. It was a dirty, nasty lobby, a disgusting room, and when I peeled the covers away from the sheets, I saw that the sheets were dirty. Gross. When I complained to the front desk about it, the lady gave me a new set of sheets. Needless to say, I didn't sleep in that bed, but put one new sheet over the comforter and covered up with the other one. I also put the pillow into my hoodie because I didn't want to put my face on the pillow. Yuck.
In addition to all this, the room smelled like urine.
So it's no surprise that I ended up getting sick. I imagine it was more about the flu outbreak in the town than the nasty hotel room, but whatever it was, I ended up with the flu. I felt awful and wanted to die. We came home for the weekend and I went to the doctor, who told me it was the flu but that he couldn't do anything for it because I waited too long. Annoying. They cancelled the next week's travel, which was nice because we were supposed to stay in the same nasty hotel. So I guess if the flu could ever be a good thing, it was in this case! At least it saved me from having to stay there again!
But, illness and disgusting hotel rooms aside, the mountains and the snow were really lovely. Check it out.
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