Dey aww fo

Last night we pulled drove into Halifax around 6:45pm. We were just excited that we were getting in early enough and in a city big enough to finally see Harry Potter. As we pulled into a cute hotel on the water we were given horrible news: the Annual Tall Ships festival, a KISS concert, and a big Jazz festival all taking place this weekend. There were NO hotels. We drove around Halifax and up to surrounding smaller cities looking for hotels and were given the same news at them all. Finally we got of the freeway in Lower Sackville. We were really optimistic that we would find both a movie theater and a hotel. Movie theater, check. (We got really giddy when we saw that there was a movie starting in an hour. Perfect.) Shady motel to the left, check. (We stupidly assumed that because it was a gross motel it would have available rooms. Wrong.) As my mom returned from the motel she told us that the only information she got was from a Chinese lady who didn't speak English well. All she said to my mom as she walked in was: Dey aww fo. (They're all full.) As we drove to hotel to hotel each receiving suggestions to try other hotels. We decided to try and get as far away from Halifax as we could (but we still wanted to be within reasonable driving distance for church and the city for today's touring). We found the Inn on the Lake which had a No Vacancy sign up but we decided to ask for some help (it was now 9:30, we had been looking for almost three hours). The guy at the front desk told us that there was actually one room left: the executive suite--a two storied apartment with a Murphy bed (one of the ones that falls down out of the wall) and a king size bed, a jacuzzi bathtub, and two bathrooms. Pretty much the poshiest room in the place. My dad, tired of driving around, and my mom, stressed that we wouldn't find a place and it was getting late decided to take it in desperation. We ordered pizza and drank an entire liter of root beer. Perfectly fitting for our posh hotel room.