Lake Placid and Ice Hotel
For our anniversary & my bday, we went to Lake Placid and the Ice Hotel in Quebec. Some of our photos are on flickr
My favorite things:
-- maple whiskey served in cups made of ice at the ice bar in the hotel
-- the outdoor hot tub and sauna, and how it steamed up my eyeglasses
-- how there are so many layers to sleeping bags made for sleeping on a block of ice
-- I wore a hat while sleeping, and when I woke up in the middle of the night, realized my hat (and head) were frozen to the wall of the ice-room
-- for a moment, I knew how to say "turnip" in French, but now I've forgotten-- the food was incredible
-- cotton is a bad fabric for ice hotels-- nylon and polyester are good
-- I thought we'd maybe get hypothermia from this vacation, but turns out sunstroke was a better bet. Sun reflecting on ice is so strong.
-- Our cats behaved for our friends who watched them... or at least, our friends said the cats were good, and I'm glad to hear this. One of our cats nearly threw up her dinner on them last time, so I'm glad the cats had an opportunity to redeem themselves.
-- customs takes a long time
-- I love maple cookiesA while ago, our friend said to notice our dreams while sleeping there... because she had really important dreams when she stayed at an ice hotel. I slept strangely, like one of those sleeps where you feel like you just blinked and then it's the middle of the night hours later. And then I blinked again and sunlight was streaming through the hole in the room's ceiling (not sure why they do this-- maybe ventilation)? I don't remember my dreams at all from the ice hotel night, but I did have really vivid dreams the next night.
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