Hotel beds are always huge, and I find myself sleeping in one corner of them, and feeling guilty for making a mess of such a huge bed for such a small person. But room service always have to make the whole bed, not just the corner I slept in. Shame. This trip, I did not accidentally dry myself on the bathmat. This is nearly a first and I am rightfully proud of it. Somehow, I do rather like Canada. It seems more friendly than the US (pending a trip to SF, where I hope for goths), and I like the rain.