SALTSPRING ISLAND, British Columbia Thanks to ferries, we arrived late at the B&B a communal organic farm. Much, much too late to complain about the wasps in the barn's sleeping loft.
I trapped. He smashed. But ultimately, Miguel and I wound up sharing the single bed downstairs*.
Nothing like a romantic weekend away to set things right ... like one's posture.
*At the time, we were coupled up, so this wasn't a complete interpersonal trainwreck. Still, we bailed for the hotel of hooker-sprinkler-fame, where the clerk in a fit of nostalgia for the dump-run truck cut us a deal on a suite with not one, but TWO, king-sized beds.