Seriously, I have promised myself that I will finish this white paper I am working on before I do anything else. Except breathe. And drink a lot of water which is good for you. And then of course, pee. And I have been working really hard, until I had to search for a research paper online and I came across this picture, completely by accident, of Le Meridien Bora Bora…
It, how did you say it, oh yeah,
Simply. Took. My. Breath. Away.
I couldn’t go back to do whatever I was doing until I spent some time daydreaming about it…
I love hotels. I think my love for travelling, my Wanderlust, stemmed from my very basic fascination with hotels from a very young age. (Ok, the clean, fancy kind. Or at least, the not spooky gross-out kind. Not the ones looking like they are from the movie Barton Fink, oh no…) My mom worked as a hotel maid and she sneaked me into the hotel when she couldn’t find or afford a babysitter. Sometimes, after I begged her to smuggle me in. Literally. Many times I rode on the bottom of the service cart, camouflaged by a bed linen. I was always excited. Hotels to me are where dreams are made of. Clean, fluffy linens and pillows. Nicely made beds.
(Of course I understand the hard work put in by the hotel cleaning staff. Until this day, I clean up after myself as much as I can whenever I stay in a hotel…)
I don’t even care about Bora Bora. No offence to people who are Bora Bora-nese? Bora Bora-en? I am sure it is a gorgeous tropical paradise, Kodak moment everywhere you turn. What I am trying to say is: I just want to go there so I can stay in one of these bungalows, over the lagoon, before I die.
That’s all I’ve got to say.
Edited to add, now that I have 5 minutes to regroup from my initial shock: Preferably without kids. Thank you.
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I stayed at the Hotel Bora Bora……I think it’s under renovation now. It looks like the pictures you posted. I’d sell my right arm to go back (I’m a lefty).
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@ Nancy@ifevolutionworks.com
(My youngest is a lefty too!) Please please please tell me it is just amazing in real life as the pictures show… I have been thinking, dreaming, about this place. Then I realized: if I have to bring my kids with me, I may as well stay home and lock up in my own bedroom… LOL.
Really? Now I’m worried since you don’t love it enough to give up your left arm.
These are absolutely the most relaxing pictures I’ve ever seen. I’m just going to stay here awhile, if you don’t mind, and decompress. Ahhhhhh…..
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I just died a little inside because I am not right there right now but instead in my cubicle with no windows.
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Can I go now, please?? Holy cow, its heaven.
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@ Jane
Jane, we will each take a bungalow. You are welcome to stay inside yours as long as you want to.
@ Jane
Forgot about the sinister smiley. I meant to use this one:
@ Robin
LOL. Me too, Grasshopper, me too…
@ Jennifer
Jennifer, please feel free to take one of the bungalows. We will all go.