We had two hotels in a row with soft water, which I HATE. For two days, I felt like I was covered in soap that would never rinse off. John’s parents’ house has soft water, but it’s never this bad. Makes my skin crawl.
Oddly, both of those hotels had weird gym situations, too. The one in Montana advertised a gym, but when we asked at the front desk, the guy said they have an agreement with a gym downtown. When we’re ready to go, he can give us a key and direct us there. It’s like 5 miles away. We didn’t go. The next night, in Minnesota, there was a gym in the building, but our room keys wouldn’t give us access. We had to go get special keys made for access to the gym. Why would you set up a gym for your guests and then not give them automatic access to it? At least they had one, and once we could get in, it was nicer than the one in Bend – this one had a window. And water. And an A/C unit and a fan. The one in Bend was like a cave. A hot, sweaty cave with no windows, no water, and no fan. Turns out I have expectations for a hotel gym.