Bad Weather

In a roadtrip of one month and 5,000 miles, a little rain is bound to fall. After an enchanting morning in the walled city of old Quebec, we returned to our hotel to discover that our van, valet parked the night before, had been broken into, ransacked and robbed. Apart from the damages to the door handles and window, the thieves got away with little: our new dvd player and my shuffle ipod. After leaving our passports in the glove compartment for three weeks, I had recently moved them to my purse, which, with our computers and other valuables, was with us in the hotel.

So, it could have been worse. But it could also have been a lot better. I'm not going to take up my precious creative space with a personal grievance, but for the Courtyard Marriott hotel manager, staff and corporate customer service representatives who seemed to have only one script to read from yesterday, an alternative is suggested on my review blog. Feel free to tweet it along.

As for the thieves, may you be damned to a hell where the road is endless, the kids are bored, and you are forced to play I Spy for all eternity.