Pronounced: al-berg-gay which translates as hostel, paradores, shelter, or lodging. Any way you pronounce it, it simply means to me a place to lay my head.
After waiting (and wading) through covid for two years, it is finally going to happen. In two weeks from today, I will be getting on a plane heading to an adventure that I can only imagine.
There have been so many decisions to be made, flights to be booked, equipment to be procured, reservations to be made and thanks to my fabulous Cruise Director Val, I haven’t had to do a single one. I’m, for once, just going to pay the bill and show up. (Is that what happens when you’re wealthy and have staff? I think I could embrace this lifestyle)
I’m a hearty Maine woman, with a strong constitution and back. There really is very little that scares me. To have so many unknowns ahead of me is more exciting than frightening and I’m not a worrier. I let my Cruise Director take care of that as well. That is until yesterday in my travels, I came across this delightful establishment in the nether reaches of rural Maine (I will refrain from naming the town lest I embarrass them) and suddenly there was a blinding light of epiphany: what if we end up in places like this after a long day’s journey. I don’t worry so much about the lack of paint, or window panes for that matter, or even a crooked sill here and there (after all, this is Maine and wonky sills are part of the charm) but I do think about bugs: biting, crawling, multi-legged, poisonous, bed!
So as the 1,209,600 seconds until flight time tick away, I shall use the glory of the internet to research insect repellents that are lightweight and won’t completely change my DNA.
Until I find that formula, I’ll ask for your good Karma.
In case you want to stay at the above forementioned Holiday Inn, please PM me!
Buen Camino
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