with a cherry on top... or ten...

So with a grand total of sixteen days in a hotel in the middle of the American Southwestern desert, despite the truly fabulous all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet, I have only one descriptive: stir crazy

stir-cra·zy /ˈstɜrˌkreɪzi/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[stur-krey-zee] adjective Slang.
1. restless or frantic as a result of confinement.
2. mentally ill because of long imprisonment.

Yes.

In an effort to dispel any visible negative effects, or thwart any yet unreceived ones, I'm going to remind myself of all the things that I love and am grateful for about this hotel:

1. the truly fabulous all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet: for real the omelet guy deserves a nobel peace prize or something.
2. the opportunity of random observation of road runners: yes they actually do run down the road, but I have yet to see any anvils falling from the sky...
3. automatic soap dispensers: cause I'm guessing they might be a rarity on the other side of the Pacific...
   
4. our training courses: lesson plans and unit outlines are all coming back to me, and oh what a relief it is... I think I might have actually been suffering from withdrawal of those things, I LOVE them! Why can't life be as organized as a lesson plan?
   
5. free Cherry sodas from 5p-7.30p: I love cherries and Jose loves to hook me up. Tonight I arrived to receive my cherry soda and he blessed me with 10 maraschino cherries... 10... awesome.
   
6. real soft beds, I think they define the word "plush".
   
7. the scenery is really beautiful and you can't really get tired of admiring it.
   

I guess, things aren't that bad after all. In fact things are really great... and besides only ten more days to go... that's the same number of cherries I had tonight.

Coincidence? I think not.