And so, we are in Harrisburg, PA. The first hotel room I was given smelled strongly of stale cigarette smoke. I always ask for a non-smoking room, so I had to be fussy for once and ask for a different room. And then there was no snack bar in any of the rooms. It's almost a ritual for me to unpack, grab a granola bar or M&Ms and some juice from the snack bar and see if, for once, I might have a decent view from my window. It almost upsets the balance not to have this ritual.
We had a horrible lunch at one of the hotel restaurants. Somehow, they even managed to ruin the stir-fried rice.
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