I leave for vacation happy to be on my way. Look forward to trying new things, visiting new places and eating good food. All is good until I enter the hotel room. My body seizes up, I feel like I cannot breath and I get light headed. Visually the room looks perfectly fine. Curtains and bedding match and a nice big TV sitting on dust free furniture. The perfectly vacuumed rug has no stains Beautiful coordinating chair with an ottoman. Bathroom shiny and bright. One would think that I would be OK and could relax but its what lurks behind the picture perfect room that scares the heck out of me.
In my mind I look at the perfect bedding and think about strangers doing who know what on it. I see that nice comfy chair that may have been sat on by someones big hairy bare butt. YIKES!!! my toes are curling just thinking about it. I look down and see the hidden germs in the carpet. The bathroom is the worst for me
even though the towels look fresh and clean to the naked eye, there is no amount of bleach that can wash away the hundreds of other people who have used them.
So I revere all the people who have come before me who can sit on the bedding with abandonment or friends who can go on vacation and stay at below par accommodations and not care about the sticky substance on the curtains
I will continue to work on my hotel phobia and hopeful, one day, I too, can embrace life among the germs of a hotel room.