Kissing Future's Cheek

I'm teaching summer school for the seventh year running. I look forward to these classes every year. They are aimed at being small, relaxed with lots of opportunities for questions, discussion and learning. They are the only really informal/formal classes I do in the year.

Before we moved, it was a simple drive over from our house. Now it's a fair drive and through city traffic. I spent some time searching on the web and found a fabulous and brand new hotel/resort a few minutes north of the venue. We decided to stay there. We pulled up to a brand new buildiing. The wheelchair guy painted, surrounded in blue, still looked fresh as a daisy.

The doors swung open automatically and there was an absolutely flat entrance on the way in. The reception desk had a cut out for people with disabilities that was handy and the whole transaction went well. I asked how long the hotel had been openned and found out that it's been available for less than a month. Our room had that 'new room' smell that indicated that we were either the first or one of the first to stay there.

As Joe walked in he said, 'Wow'.

I came in quickly, fitting easily through the slightly wider doors, after and could only echo the 'Wow'.

It was a beautiful room. It had been planned to have everything a traveller with a disability might need. There was lots of room to get around in the chair. A great place to shave which was separate from the washroom which had a roll in shower, high toilet and well placed bars. Nothing was out of reach in the smallish kitchen, even the microwave was placed where I could reach it. I looked around at the features in the room and there was nothing I couldn't get to on my own.

If this is the face of the future - she's a beauty.