The Hotel Promenade has had a drastic remodelling since the last time we stayed there. They've redone the rooms in lighter colors, expanded the dining room, and put in a lobby. Unfortunately, it's still un-air-conditioned. Now, I could understand not wanting to go to the expense of putting central air in these old buildings, but for god's sake, how about a bloody fan?? And I wonder who they think is going to sleep under a down comforter in a third-floor room in the middle of summer. I managed to get the comforters out of the duvets, so we can sleep under just the linen, but I'm afraid the well-meaning cleaning staff will try to "fix" them for us.

And what is it about down pillows? Why do hotels think they're so classy? They provide absolutely no support for the head and neck, because they instantly compact under any pressure. And Aaron's allergic to them, so he has to sleep on rolled up towels--which, frankly, I'm considering. It's like sleeping on very fluffy lead.

The flight over included a creepy video demonstrating exercises one can do in one's 2'x2'airline seat during the flight. I say creepy, because the video consisted of three people sitting in chairs (two women and one man), utterly deadpan, demonstrating the motions. The sight of these three expressionlessly rotating their necks and rubbing their temples looked like some sort of elaborate prayer ritual--I expected them to call up demons, or elder gods, or something. Luckily, though, the flight turned out to be tentacle-free.

Tomorrow I have to catch a 7:45 train into Munich for my German class. That will mean getting up at, um, oh, hell, 6:30. If I bound right out of bed and get dressed, I will have time for breakfast at the hotel before heading out to decipher the ticketing system.