Week before last, I stayed at Cheeca Spa and Lodge, a long-time attraction on Islamorada in the Florida Keys. Despite some recently relatively cold-for-Florida weather, I hit this resort on a good stretch.
From my window (pictured) were palm trees, a sun-sparked ocean and a beach full of pinkish people intently messaging and checking emails on their iPhones and iPads.
The air was soft, the sun warm, and the staff was genuinely friendly. Perhaps most importantly, downstairs is Atlantic's Edge, one of the best restaurants I dined at during my stay in the keys. *
I called Carolyn to tell her I probably wasn't coming home. I relented. I'm back now.
In the rooms at Cheeca, they have soap, shampoo, etc., all scented with grapefruit. It smelled delicious. So as I was packing to leave, I put an unopened package of the soap in my suitcase.
Some people feel that taking soap from a hotel is a kind of theft. I'm not sure it is, though I'm open to discussion on this topic.
When my family and I visited Paris some years ago, the hotel had excellent French-milled soap. I snagged a few unused bars before we left. Years later, when I used it, I was able to remember the time I had with my family in the City of Light.
Scent is supposed to be a powerful provocation to memory, and for me, with soap especially, it is.
So I took a bar of soap from Cheeca. I would never take a robe or towels or bathroom fixtures. But soap seems a relatively trivial item, so it seems like not a big deal.
So I shouldn't feel guilty.
Actually, I took three bars.
*Obligatory food reference