I've woken to the most perfect of mornings. I'm 23 floors above the pavement overlooking downtown Minneapolis.
What awaits outside the window?
Over my music, I can hear the persistent hum of the beginning of work traffic.
Day two here in MN and I'm a little more competent to write than yesterday.
31 hours of traveling and my head felt like cotton wool when I finally arrived at the Hilton.
I caught up with friend Di in the lobby of the hotel, she was going out... But I just wanted to sleep. I was escorted to my room by Chuck the red coated porter. I was surprised to say the least that I had been allocated the Presidential suite. The room is dominated by a huge fourposter bed that I have to climb on a stool to lever myself into.... None of this flopping on the bed folk,... I feel like the Princess and the Pea.
I did ask him to lock the huge boardroom next door.... I had no use for that and it was a little ominous.
The last leg of my trip was interesting, I was squashed between two larger than usual passengers. The lady to my left was of Middle Eastern origin and wore the most beautiful robes. She smelt of cloves and rose water.... but her arms invaded my space and she kept inadvertently changing the songs on my ipod which I had in my upper pocket... Finally I put it in my lap.
Yesterday was a change of pace. A trip to the Mall of America to share all the things I love with friend Di. We had a wonderful day, we returned to the hotel early evening. I retired to work and Di visited with friends.
The Hotel is bustling with Quilting business. As a Tutor I float around the edges of all that and with another day to spare today, I'm going to do some serious photography and filming.
