My boyfriend and I have just
returned from an enriching stay at Morville Hotel. We felt instantly welcomed by the mid-Summer
Christmas trees decorating the front and the goldfish who made the special
effort to swim through their murky tank of filth to reach the glass and greet
us. Despite the lack of gym we managed
our fair share of exercise through climbing all the stairs and opening all the
doors that appeared at random intervals on the stairwell, serving no purpose
other than for an arm workout, how thoughtful of them to include interval
training as part of our experience.
Our room was a delight. They had clearly paid particular attention to
making the sheets have an individual design with stains splattered artily
across them. My boyfriend expressed
concern that this might be dirt, but I reassured him there was definitely a
cleaner because the odour of sick on one of the floors had later been mixed
with the smell of chemicals so there was obviously a cleaner in existence. We had a beautiful sea view from our window,
panoramically enhanced by the hole in the ceiling. They had provided one towel for the two of us
which was a useful lesson in sharing; we were slightly disappointed not to have
this towel fashioned into an origami style swan, or a chocolate on the pillows,
however the hotel redeemed itself by the bonus black hair we found in the
coffee. The communal shower brought the
next surprise of something furry lining the top of the temperature control; it
was exciting because there was constantly something new to find!
Thank you Morville for helping us
to appreciate what we have in life.
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