MIRROR, MIRROR IN THE HALL

I am taking a few minutes out of a very busy schedule to write a quick post from the lobby of Penha Longa in Portugal. (hey somebody's got to live this kind of life so why not me?)  I am having an amazing time learning more about Indian culture. and participating in an Indian wedding.

Traveling with Ian almost always provides some entertainment, like here and here.  This trip has been no exception.

Before we arrived at Penha Longa, we stayed at a beautiful hotel on the ocean.   For those of you who don't know, fancy shmancy hotels offer twice a day maid service.  In the evening they come in and turn down the bed, fill the ice bucket, and leave a chocolate on your pillow.  One night while Ian was showering I heard the doorbell ring. I opened the door wide and there stood the maid asking if we needed more towels or anything.  I told her we were fine so she reached for the chocolates to hand to me and I saw her do a double take and then smile.  I took the chocolates from her and turned back toward our room and it was then that I realized the reason for her smirk.  Ian had left a door open to the bathroom (they were french doors, with full length mirrors both sides).  I knew that the door was open but didn't think anyone could see into the bathroom from the door.  It would appear I was wrong.

I'm still laughing.