I Can't Wait to go Back
By A Yahoo! Contributor, 4/6/06
The beds were so comfy and soft, I didn't want to even look around the city. I came for a relaxing vacation and more education about Paris. Lets just say I got the relaxing part down. I know what you're thinking, that I'm pathetic and sarcastic, but if you laid in that bed, you would be too.( I'm not sarcastic!) When I finally got out of bed, I decided to tour Paris, which was only about a block away! When I got back, that wonderful bed was made up!! Talk about wonderful service! My neighbors were loud, but in that kind of bed, I could sleep all night long with no problems! I couldn't understand how a hotel could be so wonderful that I started calling it home. I was so happy to stay there for the month that I did,(I kept extending the amount of days), that when I left I felt like I was leaving home. Why wouldn't I? There were great neighbors, wonderful service, a great location, a clean bathroom( the most important part), and lets not forget that bed! I took one last look at MY bedroom and left with a horrible feeling in my stomach. I felt like I was abandoning my whole life and throwing it into the trash. That is how bad I felt. I looked at the most comfortable bed ever then threw my luggage aside and took one last jump for my best memory of the best vacation ever. When I got into the taxi, I started to realize that I hadn't seen any part of the city. You would think I would feel stupid,but I didn't I had the best vacation of my life.