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A day in the life of cuckoo ol’ Auntie Nora on holiday is a
whirlwind skedaddle along the cobblestoned rues snapping National Geographic
images of monuments galore, savouring gastronomic cuisine and chasing after the
bargain of the day. Whilst my waking
hours are consumed with pounding the pavement and wearing down the tread on my Keds,
evenings are devoted to guzzling vino and bubbly, burning the midnight oil and scribbling
the night away. Penning my globetrotting
adventures onto the New York Times bestseller list is a task of monumental
proportions requiring a hearth to hang my hat on and a tranquil space to call my
home.
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| Scribbling the day away |
It therefore goes without saying that one’s overseas home away from home be as quaint and
cozy as budget permits – a palatial abode worthy of Kings and Queens or at
least one that caters to peasants with loftier aspirations. After all, battling it out with an army of
critters in a rat-infested dive is a sure-fire guarantee of sleep-deprived
nights, not to mention itchy, scratchy souvenirs of scars, tics and bites. There’s a price to be paid for miserliness,
and it’s called checking into el cheapo
fleabag motel.
No scrooge on the loose was I, merely a backpacking wanderer
determined to cement a pink sneaker footprint on every last inch of the map, all
without cutting corners or breaking the bank.
Unswerving in my resolve to score suitable accommodation for a fraction
of the going price, I left no stone unearthed in my quest for that steal of a
deal. Scouring the Web for days on end,
forgoing much-needed zzzz’s, nutrition and meal, I subsided on hope and a
prayer, locked in a catatonic and zombie-like state, pecking like mad at travel
sites galore. Why risk succumbing to
shut-eye when the gem of a find was just a click away - the difference
between camping out on a park bench scrapping with the hobos for that desirably
coveted spot or languishing on silk satin sheets in the castle of your dreams?
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| Yikes!! Catching a few ZZZ's whilst scouring the Web |
And so, I, a middle aged older bag and seasoned hotel
booking pro (kudos to me!!), miraculously snagged the bargain of the day and
struck virtual hotel gold when I stumbled across Bridges House Hotel. A three
star Inn worthy of 5-star acclaim, this 11-room residence located in the heart
of Delft, was the needle in a haystack that was well worth the wait. Overlooking a picturesque canal, the 3-story
edifice occupied prime real estate, its desirable location quite the easy
find. A seven minute sprint from the
train station made the dreaded luggage schlep that much more bearable and was a
welcome respite from carting over-burdened baggage in circles for miles on end.
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| Bridges House Hotel in Delft |
Forewarned that a daunting jaunt up 3 flights of steeper
than vertical stairs awaited, I was not primed for the bolt to the attic, where
my digs were located. Not for the faint
of heart, the trek up a typical Dutch set of skinny stairs was a challenge in
itself, requiring the stamina of a bull and a sideways tread, made all the more
problematic if weighed down with denizens of cumbersome bags. So, what’s a clever ol’ Auntie to do? Whine, moan, gripe or wail? Nope.
Just spill a bucketful of crocodile tears and hand over a Euro or two to the strong as an ox young lad that worked at the inn to run your baggage up the
stairs. Luggage issue solved!
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| The stairs leading to our spacious room on the 3rd floor |
Bridges House Hotel
did not disappoint and exceeded my expectations on all levels of
hospitality. The larger than large
suites (a rarity in Europe!) were beyond spacious, neither cramped nor crowded,
even boasting a luxurious sitting area if I needed to retreat. The included all you can eat breakfast buffet was both nutritious and delicious,
filling my tummy and staving off hunger until vino and lunch time beckoned.
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| Enjoying the view!! |
My only regret?
Bidding adieu after five glorious days.
Next post – In two weeks!! May 13th!!
Stay tuned for the fabulous adventures of
cuckoo ol’ Auntie Nora en route to Belgium.
LIEBSTER AWARD!!
Much to my surprise, I was both honoured
and delighted to receive the news on a dreary Monday morning that I had been nominated
for a LIEBSTER AWARD!! An award given to
up and coming bloggers by fellow bloggers in the blogging community, the
Liebster Award is a pay it forward kind of deal. A fun way to promote blogs that inspire,
educate and resonate with you.
Vicky from EatSleepLoveTravel so very kindly
nominated me and to her I owe heart-felt thanks!! I’ve attached the link to her website, so please check out her travel blog as it's chock full of informative and entertaining posts as well as magazine worthy pictures of places she's visited. Link is: eatsleeplovetravel
(Cutting, pasting and linking is not my forté and I’m a technologically challenged ol' Auntie so hopefully this link works.) Yikes!! Hope, hope, hope.
(Cutting, pasting and linking is not my forté and I’m a technologically challenged ol' Auntie so hopefully this link works.) Yikes!! Hope, hope, hope.
The rules are as such:
Thank the person who nominated you and post
the link to their website.
Answer 10 questions from the person who
nominated you.
List 10 random things about yourself.
Nominate 10 bloggers with less than 300 –
1000 followers that you admire and nominate them for a Liebster Award.
Post the above on your website.
May 13th!! Read all about my answers and which blogs
I’ll nominate!!
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