Days Inn and Suites Collingwood
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- Meeting rooms/conference facilities
- Continental Breakfast
- Microwave in room
- Non-smoking hotel
- Non-smoking rooms
- Refrigerator in room
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... Everyone was talking of the strange 'feels like' phenomenon; the actual temperature was eighteen degrees below in the morning, but it apparently 'felt like' minus thirty degrees due to the bitter wind. But God knows what it feels like now that the actual temperature is sitting at minus twenty two degrees as the night arrives. Probably it feels like nothing, numbness, an empty glove or coat, the abandonment of functions of life, the winter ...
... again. Instead, we packed into the Irish pub for Gaelic chocolate, basically hot chocolate spiked with copious amounts of Baileys. So yummy. The conversation flowed freely, lots of laughter, a great punchline about Pussy Galore. But I am still a bit shaky after the funny turn, so will need to be careful tomorrow as I have a Skype thing, need to hit the gym and, yes, of course, squeeze in more skiing. Hopefully no more funny turns, though. Touch ...
I was looking up flight prices to various South American destinations last night while a party raged somewhere in the chalet above me, and then in the corridor. It was someone's birthday, a British girl called Kaz who had never spoken to me except for this one time we exchanged a couple of words about 'Angels in America', so I wasn't exactly going to crash her celebrations. People kept accidentally opening my bedroom door, which I found amusing. Also, I popped upstairs ...
... t quite put my finger on what it was. Emotional cravings tend to be messy and inarticulate, don't they? Numb, raw, brutal, voiceless; these are the adjectives to apply to the human heart when it suffers, no matter what the dreamy poets say otherwise. So yes, sat on the sofa filled with crumbs, surrounded by dirty dishes and people yelling through me, perhaps I was now getting a cramp in my heart, a primitive distress signal sent to wake my brain ...
By executive decision of the house (this being mainly the opinions and whims of the one girl who rules this place, the girl with the loudest voice and the most generosity with her copious amounts of food, her reign therefore achieving the perfect combination of fear and love), we ended up celebrating Christmas a few days late, so yesterday, on the 28 December. It actually ended up being quite the Bacchanalian feast, with chicken and ham and gravy, a gingerbread house, ...