Why I Live at the Lafayette Park Hotel
I can’t take it with me. So I’m spending it here.
As somebody who loved Kay Thompson’s Eloise books, about a little girl who lived at the Plaza Hotel, I’ve always wondered what it would actually be like to live at an upscale hotel.
Now I know. I’ve been living at the Lafayette Park Hotel & Spa, a luxury hotel in California’s East Bay, for the past two weeks, and I can confirm that dwelling at a high-end hotel is pretty sweet.
I live in the Philadelphia suburbs. My son and daughter-in-law and three grandsons recently moved to Lafayette, California. When I flew out for a visit, I decided to stay at the Lafayette Park Hotel & Spa, and totally fell in love with the place.
It’s a beautiful facility, full of character and charm. Terrific rooms with every amenity. A wonderful and caring staff. And the best outdoor pool in the world. What’s not to love?
If you live here, you lack for nothing.
But, you protest, don’t I miss my own things? The furniture I selected? The art on my walls? Having a kitchen that I can cook in?
Nope.
I don’t cook, so I’m perfectly happy without a kitchen. All I need is a microwave and a minifridge — and my hotel room has both. Sure, I’m not surrounded…
