Another Hotel Morning Part 1 by The EscapistPrologueAnybody who travels often - especially...for business - can tell you abouthotel mornings. Those first mornings in foreign hotels, you opened youreyes and knew nothing: where you were, how you'd got there, who you were,even. You could be anyone.Like that but without the hotel.In Jordan's case, he woke up with one of the nicest racks he'd neverseen. He didn't notice this immediately. His. His 5' 9" frame was starting toshow the signs of no exercise and his dark black hair needed to be cut.So far, the best deal he could find was $200 to join and $50 a month.And all he wanted to do at the club was to swim laps in the pool. Needless to say, this cost was way out of his league. His job didn't allow much room after his bills. But he didn't let this distract him from his goal. As he neared the end of the Health Facilities section ofthe yellow pages, he came to the Y.M.C.A. He picked. I carry a lot of stuff in my bags that don't make much sense to others. In this case, I fished through my backpack and pulled out a bunch of colored pens and a notebook full of paper. Pulling out the pages that had applied to my job, which were no longer of interest to me, I handed the remaining blank notebook and pens to Theresa and Kate so they had extra weapons to keep their children quiet. It was only a matter of time before the toys the kids had brought would prove boring.Kate and Theresa. Next morning I was thinking about the idea of joining the classes, but i was unknown about the classes , suddenly door bell rang and it was shubham(our neighbour boy) he come for some food ingredients, i hand over him what he want and some how i got courage and i discussed with him about english classes he told me he also goes to english classes , then i asked him do women of my age also come there in which he replies in funny tone “no aunty , there are more number of college student” i told.