The property was impressive. I was momentarily perplexed, however, as I tried to figure out how to turn the faucet on in the rest room. I took a picture of it in the "on" position so I would be able to get it there again if I had to.
One of hotel rooms was open for viewing. It had received the once over from the hotel's "Romance Specialist".
The cellist (another woman) and I were both impressed by the especially romantic touch the rose petals provided.
We agreed that the secret to creating romance in a room was an abundance of rose petals.
I couldn't wait to come home and show my dear husband Bob the romantic room. He took one look at the pictures and said, "What a mess. Who's going to clean that all up?"
I tried to explain that women don't consider rose petals strewn around the room "a mess". We actually tend to find them romantic.
Four months later Bob had to go out of town for two nights on business. I'd had an early morning recording session and was returning home to an empty house. Imagine my surprise when I walked into our bedroom and saw this: