Robe-ism

I figured out why I donโt really like traveling. Or more specifically, why I donโt like staying in hotels. Itโs not the stack of singles that you have to peel off every time someone smiles at you. Nor is it the way they swarm your car when you pull up to the front, yank out all your luggage and pull you out the door before youโve even had time to collect your things. And it isnโt the lousy, weak coffee that you have to drink four cups of just to get a suggestions of caffeine in your system. (Do the people working there drink that coffee, too?)
No, what drives me nuts is having to wear clothes. Or more specifically, wearing clothes to breakfast.
I donโt like getting dressed in the morning; pulling on a pair of stiff jeans, a restrictive shirt, and clunky shoes and socks, until Iโve had something to eat and a big cup of coffee. I hate getting dressed before Iโve eased into the morning, and in all honesty, it ruins my entire day. I just feel like Iโve been yanked out of my rental car a bit too soon by those over-eager door men, before Iโve had time to collect myself.

Hoo boy, am I glad Iโm ending my trip with a few (well-deserved, thank you very muchโฆ) days at the Lake Austin Spa, doing some cooking demos, but mostly soaking up the spa atmosphere. One of the great things here is the first thing when you step in the door is they do is hand you a big, fluffy robe and sandals and tell you that you donโt need to wear anything elseโfor the entire time!
Now if that isnโt my idea of bliss, I donโt know what is. Some people are more comfortable being naked and go to nudism resorts to โlet it all hang out.โ Iโm a bit more bashful and prefer a comfy robe. I guess that makes me a robe-ist.
So here I am, wrapped up in white cottony fabric, bundled up and drinking my coffee (Illy!) overlooking the Lake Austin.
Maybe I should start a Robe-ism movement. Then we can all just wear big, fluffy robes all day long and nothing else. We can wear them to work, to the gym, to school, and when we run errands as well. And most importantly, to breakfast.
Every movement has to start somewhere. And it just takes one person to get the ball rolling.
Iโll go first. Will you follow me?







