Life in a Hotel

Ever since I was a little girl and read the Eloise books I had always wondered about the strange people who lived in Hotels. I'd always assumed they were mainly rich dilettantes or deposed royalty but now I will be living at The Mercure for the next three months at the expense (about $110/night, I think) of my American multinational corporation.

So far, I love it! Someone makes my bed and arranges the bathroom. I never have to buy toilet paper, nor do I ever run out. There is no early morning walk in the dark to the gym because it's right downstairs. If there is any problem I simply call guest services and someone comes to fix it immediately. There are cars with drivers waiting downstairs that I can hire for about $7/hour, tax and tip included. I can order room service (most entrées are about $12) or eat in one of the two restaurants here, or I can use the kitchenette to make something for myself. More on food and eating in a later post.

Here's the lobby:



The ladies lounge in the lobby:



The pool:



The cabanas:



The gym:



A man cutting coconuts out of a palm tree in the parking lot:



Here they are after they've been harvested:



The restaurant where I eat breakfast (included) every morning:



The elevator bank on my floor:



A close-up of what I've come to think of as my fish:



My living room as it looks when walking through the door:



My living room as viewed from the balcony, facing the door:



My kitchenette:



View from living room into bedroom:



Another shot of the bedroom:



My shower:



My sink:



My commode:

Note the little hose next to the porcelain base. Every bathroom I've been in so far has one.

My balcony:




Some views from my balcony: