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.
Would you share the name of this delightful hotel? Some of us will want to put our local hoteliers in touch with them.
Northlighthero.....you read my mind!
What was the name of the hotel Dave?
Nice to hear they are getting it right on the new ones!
I love places like this! Especially with nonbumpy thresholds. I usually look surprised. My local Border's bookstor is like that, and I've been tempted to go in and out of the door just to enjoy the flatness.
Ah, The Summer Institue. I first met you there at the very first one, when I was just a pup (your word :) ), remember?
Reading about this one makes me want to go again. What a singular privilege to listen to your compelling stories in person and to catch your attitudes and approach.
God bless this year's gathering! I wish I could be there, too!
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