The frequency with which we get upgraded has actually become comical. We checked into the Westin Melbourne early this afternoon and the desk clerk said, “I’m upgrading you to a suite.”
We thanked her and then she said, “There’s a lot of construction going on downtown, and it can get very noisy, so I put you on the quiet side of the hotel overlooking St Paul’s Cathedral.”
Indeed it does overlook that stunning structure.
We were a bit tired after driving a couple hundred miles from Bright to Melbourne this morning, so we went out and grabbed a quick lunch, then returned to our suite for a brief rest.
There was a knock on the door even before we could get our shoes off. When I answered, a young woman from room service was standing in the hallway and she said, “A gift from the hotel.”
She brought in a bottle of champagne on ice and a nice note from the desk clerk.
Unlike all our other unexpected upgrades, we think we know why we were upgraded this time. The desk clerk was a lovely young woman who was born and raised in Longview, Texas, a small town about two hours east of McKinney.
Shit, howdy, y’all.