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I am now home! I had a great time in spite of the grumbly subject line but I am a very tired Laura. Also very tired of the beach, which would be why I came home a day early. I knew there were special events some afternoons/evenings but not which, so there could have been today (but, sensibly, weren't) so I scheduled to stay until Saturday. And I figured I'd enjoy an extra day at the beach, if I wanted.
I didn't want. I fled. (The woman at the counter was most apologetic that she couldn't refund me the price of the room for tonight. Honestly, it was not that much and I knew it when I decided to check out, since they require 24 hours notice, not less than 12. I wasn't completely sure I'd leave today until I did so because I wasn't sure if I'd change my mind about the beach or be tired. I didn't and wasn't (not tired enough to stay, anyway) and so here I am. Parked by the air conditioner....
There should be more updates, at least for the 'poetry' group, but I don't promise if that will be tonight. It may or it may not. I am a very wiped-out Laura. Happy, but.
The wiped-out cannot be laid at the doorstep of the poetry workshop, but rather the lodgings. Very nice hostel; never doing hostel dorm again, thank you. I don't sleep all that lightly, but too lightly for those circumstances, apparently. The worst was Wednesday night when two girls were added to the dorm at 1 am. I recognize this happens. I realize they needed to turn the light on - the overhead is fairly dim, but bright enough to make it hard to fall asleep while it's on - in order to find things. I do not believe they needed to chatter at normal conversational voices as they did so.
(At that, I weathered it better than C who was also in that dorm and in the poetry workshop. I was aware of the light and the chatter, groaned, peered at the clock and saw 1:10, and went back to sleep, sulkily. She complained about them running the shower...at 1:30. Then again, her bunk was in line with the bathroom door, I was on the only one in the room that had a solid wall between it and that room. I'm still surprised I didn't remember that at all...)
Got to bed late last night and, since someone got up at quarter-to-six this morning and I couldn't get back to sleep, got up at 6. Hence the tired today.
If I ever do something like this again, I want a normal hotel room in the same town as the workshop. *yawn*
I didn't want. I fled. (The woman at the counter was most apologetic that she couldn't refund me the price of the room for tonight. Honestly, it was not that much and I knew it when I decided to check out, since they require 24 hours notice, not less than 12. I wasn't completely sure I'd leave today until I did so because I wasn't sure if I'd change my mind about the beach or be tired. I didn't and wasn't (not tired enough to stay, anyway) and so here I am. Parked by the air conditioner....
There should be more updates, at least for the 'poetry' group, but I don't promise if that will be tonight. It may or it may not. I am a very wiped-out Laura. Happy, but.
The wiped-out cannot be laid at the doorstep of the poetry workshop, but rather the lodgings. Very nice hostel; never doing hostel dorm again, thank you. I don't sleep all that lightly, but too lightly for those circumstances, apparently. The worst was Wednesday night when two girls were added to the dorm at 1 am. I recognize this happens. I realize they needed to turn the light on - the overhead is fairly dim, but bright enough to make it hard to fall asleep while it's on - in order to find things. I do not believe they needed to chatter at normal conversational voices as they did so.
(At that, I weathered it better than C who was also in that dorm and in the poetry workshop. I was aware of the light and the chatter, groaned, peered at the clock and saw 1:10, and went back to sleep, sulkily. She complained about them running the shower...at 1:30. Then again, her bunk was in line with the bathroom door, I was on the only one in the room that had a solid wall between it and that room. I'm still surprised I didn't remember that at all...)
Got to bed late last night and, since someone got up at quarter-to-six this morning and I couldn't get back to sleep, got up at 6. Hence the tired today.
If I ever do something like this again, I want a normal hotel room in the same town as the workshop. *yawn*
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Having used hostels a lot in my youth, I understand the drawbacks.