After a busy workweek, you arrive at the hotel. You're greeted with a smile, and chilled drinks awaits in your room. You turn on the music, open it, and savor the first sip. Outside, the city glistens in the evening, and you feel the rhythm of everyday life slowing.
The morning begins without an alarm. Breakfast, coffee in a restaurant or right in your room. Then a stroll around the city, photos, a little shopping, or contemplation.
In the evening, dinner by the window, a view of the city lights, the aroma of wine, conversations, and laughter. Everything else is irrelevant.
Late Sunday breakfast, no need to rush. You can just lie back, watch movies, and relax, without rushing to leave.
It's your weekend. Yours, and no one else's.
