Hotels

So, a funny story from yesterday:
Me and my dad had reserved a Montrealean hotel a few days before we left. However, when we got to the hotel, the clerk seemed to have a very hard time looking us up. He could see us in the system, but there was no reservation intact. We all stood there bewildered for awhile, until he looked at our confirmation papers. He looked concerned and told us that we had registered at a completely different hotel. However, he said that he had some rooms empty so we could change our previous reservation for one at this hotel. Unfortunately, his only rooms were smoking, and we would have to change rooms in the morning. Seeing this as the only option, we continued with the registration process until me and my dad looked at the papers one more time and realized that the hotel we had signed up for was in the town of Laval. Now, the airport we fly into is in Dorval, a suburb of Montreal. However, the company where we are conducting our training is in Laval. The initial problem had arisen when we mixed up the city names and signed up for a hotel in the town of Laval, which was familiar to us because of where our training takes place. We had stayed in the hotel at Dorval before so that's where we expected we had booked this time, which is why we were initially disappointed to have registered at the hotel in Laval. However, we were tickled to find out that the hotel we had actually made a reservation at was a mere five minutes from our daily destination. So, upon learning this, we told the clerk at the Dorval hotel that we would just go stay at Laval, and thus were able to wake up about 30 minutes later than we would have had to otherwise. Hurrah for life!
Tyler