Hotel Happiness.

Didn't have time to blip yesterday, but somehow one appeared. Pesky little devil.

Last week was a busy week for us, so ended up sleeping late today. Ran out, grabbed a bit of shopping and stopped for lunch. Spotted this on the way back to the ship, nothing of real interest, a hotel. Just liked the look of it.

I must admit, I love staying in hotels. I'm not really sure why, I mean its not like the comfort of your own home, but I do. Maybe the fact I've spent most of the last 3 years in a kinda floating one, may just mean I'm used to it. When I first moved to Amsterdam, I lived out of a hotel for the first 3 months. Maybe I'm 'institutionalized'.

Does this count as a guilty pleasure????