Can I live in a hotel? Please? I said please!!

I love travel and I love hotels. I love them with a reckless abandon. Of course, the nicer the hotel, the better, but I even love budget numbers, especially the ones with "make your own waffle" stations. I freely admit that I am a constant sufferer of wanderlust, and I think hotels often, to me, symbolize a bit of freedom. 

I have been given the opportunity to travel quite a bit in my lifetime, starting at a very young age. My father worked in sales and traveled quite a bit. Many times, we were able to travel with him, and many more times, his frequent flyer miles and hotel points afforded us the ability to take some great vacations. 

In my adult life, I was lucky enough to find a wonderful husband, who enjoys travel just as much as I do. His job requires frequent, but short, trips, and on occasion, I get to travel with him. We are currently in Carlsbad, California, for his annual managers meeting. Unfortunately, the sun hasn't wanted to come out and play, but I will take the 65 degree weather over the 27 degrees at home, any day! 

Layover wine at O'Hare

We are staying at the Hilton Carlsbad Resort and Spa, which is beautiful, and has a fantastic restaurant onsite. I have enjoyed my breakfast each morning, although, I have yet to deviate from the Greek yogurt bowl (it is just too good). My plan for the rest of the day is to take the free hotel shuttle up to the Cedros Design District to wander through the shops and drink some wine.

The aforementioned yogurt bowl.

If you have to workout, this isn't a bad view to have while doing it.

Tomorrow, we will head over to Stone Brewing Company (my husbands favorite), and let the beer geeks in us run wild. Then Saturday, it's back home to Cincinnati and to our beloved children with fur. I think that if we could take them with us, we would never stop traveling. 

Enough about me, how about you? Do you love traveling? Hotels? Favorite place to travel? Let me know!