Wayne and I were “tourists” of Seaside. We stayed for two nights at the inn that advertises comfort in its name. The rooms are beautiful; the pillows are horrible and the bed is like sleeping on bricks although I don’t know what sleeping on bricks is like, just seemed like bricks.

I woke up with the worst headache and shoulder pain on both mornings. I spoke with a couple at 7:10 AM while we were waiting for the 7 AM breakfast to be ready. They, too, thought the bed and pillows were the worst. They said it isn’t that way at other motels of this same chain.

The woman who was in charge of the breakfast told me that I should always take my own pillow with me whenever I travel and that other people love the FIRM mattress which is turned 4 times a year and even wanted one to take to their home. Maybe it wasn’t to sleep on but maybe to build a house on top of it.

Anyway, we paid a lot of money and we were told to bring our own pillows if we wanted comfort. I really wanted my own pillow especially when I knew it was only one mile away from me. There was no way to come back home to get it.

The bedroom happens to be located beyond the living room floor and we were banned from the upstairs of our house where the renovation is being done. The hardwood floors were finally being undercoated and top coated and the fumes were pretty strong. We were hoping this could have been done on a weekend so we could actually go somewhere. Instead it was done when we had to work and couldn’t go out of town. So we became “tourists” of Seaside.

We missed out on the cookies. I don’t know what time they are put out but they were gone immediately after our early dinner. We really felt cheated, no cookies, no comfort. I knew not to expect a “turn down” service that Reita missed while on her stay at the Heathman.

We decided that we would “sneak” back into our house after the workers were gone. There was no bad smell since the plastic blocked it from coming downstairs. We could have had a TV dinner instead of going out for Mexican food. Oh well, eating at a table is quite a treat! Normally it’s hunch over the coffee table and try to eat it before it drops onto the floor. The second night there was a slight smell from the topcoat that was put on the floor and we didn’t want to eat at home and smell the fumes so it gave us a chance to try Dundee’s bacon cheeseburgers.

Now we are back home. The smell still lingers from the floor. I did sleep very well with the window open. Poor Wayne couldn’t take the fumes and slept on the sofa downstairs, but still even that was more comfortable than at the inn.