I know why I don't love Eat Pray Love. Liz and I share some similarities. Not her beauty, body, bucks, brain, Guru, or beliefs. Yes, one of the things we share is that we both think too much. Okay, she thinks about spiritual things and men, and me, I think about my blog. Day and night. It becomes a curse when riding for long hours on the back end of the bike. So, when we got to Rico after a really long day of riding I was totally worn out. This is the letter I am going to send to Chef. It also explains the problem with thinking.
Dear Chef,
When we arrived at the Rico Hotel, worn out, dirty, and hungry we had a bit of a problem locating the registration desk.. (Maybe some signage?) My husband finally found a room with two cute pooches, but neither one could help us. (I believe this room was used to hand out towels when the building was a frat house) Fortunately a young man appeared and took me to the kitchen where you were busily prepping for the evening meal. You quickly ran us back down the hall, swiped my card, gave me a key, and disappeared again. After we lugged our bags up to the second floor I only wanted four things. A diet Pepsi, pretzels, TV, and a hot shower. Lucky me, I brought two of the four with me. The TV used a Satellite remote which I had no idea how to use. After realizing there was no telephone in the room to call the "front desk" I went downstairs and found a woman in the office. I explained my problem and she said she did not know how to help me as she did not watch television. Hmmmm. But she went up to our room where we found my husband running in his skives into the bathroom where he took our one hot shower. More on that later. She too had trouble with the remote and said she was just the bookkeeper and said I would need to get Chef. As if. We finally got it to work. But that was just a tease. The show would work for a while....and then it wouldn't. About the shower. My only guess is that each room gets one hot shower a day. George got both of ours. I got one tepid one yesterday and did not bother with one today. I tried. It was just too awful.
Colorado is a warm and fuzzy state-like a teddy bear. It is green and welcoming and comfortable. Utah by comparison is like a transformer. Unique and wildly challenging. Our ride today was called the Million Dollar Highway. It is a difficult ride in a vehicle or a motorcycle. All twists and turns and unprotected edges. The night we ate at the Rico Hotel we shared the plastic room with a couple who had ridden the Million Dollar Highway from a town on the other side of the big mountain called Silverton -on their bikes (cycles) and were going to camp out and ride back the next day. The gigantic storm that hit brought them to the restaurant and hotel instead. Wow!
We spent the day driving through amazing terrain and stopping in some wonderful towns. The first one was Ouray. Pronounced Youray. What a wonderful little town. It is nestled down in a valley between the beautiful Colorado mountains. We had lunch in Silverton, another very folksy, cheerful town.
We ended the day, once again exhausted, in Durango. If you are ever in Durango, stay in the Old Town. We didn't, which was fine, we needed some rest, and George needed a swim. But the fun is in Old Town.
See you all on the road. Jenson
Dear Chef,
When we arrived at the Rico Hotel, worn out, dirty, and hungry we had a bit of a problem locating the registration desk.. (Maybe some signage?) My husband finally found a room with two cute pooches, but neither one could help us. (I believe this room was used to hand out towels when the building was a frat house) Fortunately a young man appeared and took me to the kitchen where you were busily prepping for the evening meal. You quickly ran us back down the hall, swiped my card, gave me a key, and disappeared again. After we lugged our bags up to the second floor I only wanted four things. A diet Pepsi, pretzels, TV, and a hot shower. Lucky me, I brought two of the four with me. The TV used a Satellite remote which I had no idea how to use. After realizing there was no telephone in the room to call the "front desk" I went downstairs and found a woman in the office. I explained my problem and she said she did not know how to help me as she did not watch television. Hmmmm. But she went up to our room where we found my husband running in his skives into the bathroom where he took our one hot shower. More on that later. She too had trouble with the remote and said she was just the bookkeeper and said I would need to get Chef. As if. We finally got it to work. But that was just a tease. The show would work for a while....and then it wouldn't. About the shower. My only guess is that each room gets one hot shower a day. George got both of ours. I got one tepid one yesterday and did not bother with one today. I tried. It was just too awful.
Sometime in the middle of the night it occurred to me that we were missing a bed and possibly a room. I saw it on your site. It was also on my receipt. And yet our room had only a double bed. I'm just saying. Could you let me know what happened?
Sincerely,Jenson
About pictures. I'm trying. The ones we have taken are not all that great anyway. There will be pictures as soon as I can get them to load.Colorado is a warm and fuzzy state-like a teddy bear. It is green and welcoming and comfortable. Utah by comparison is like a transformer. Unique and wildly challenging. Our ride today was called the Million Dollar Highway. It is a difficult ride in a vehicle or a motorcycle. All twists and turns and unprotected edges. The night we ate at the Rico Hotel we shared the plastic room with a couple who had ridden the Million Dollar Highway from a town on the other side of the big mountain called Silverton -on their bikes (cycles) and were going to camp out and ride back the next day. The gigantic storm that hit brought them to the restaurant and hotel instead. Wow!
We spent the day driving through amazing terrain and stopping in some wonderful towns. The first one was Ouray. Pronounced Youray. What a wonderful little town. It is nestled down in a valley between the beautiful Colorado mountains. We had lunch in Silverton, another very folksy, cheerful town.
We ended the day, once again exhausted, in Durango. If you are ever in Durango, stay in the Old Town. We didn't, which was fine, we needed some rest, and George needed a swim. But the fun is in Old Town.
See you all on the road. Jenson
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