Never travel where your husband honeymooned with his first wife. Especially if you’re staying down the road at the quirkier hotel. The hotel with the wood paneled walls, the bathroom where the featured amenity is a wall-mounted bottle opener, and a rumored ghost in residence. (I hate ghosts.) While just up the road sits the majestic Chateau Lake Louise, the Fairmont’s jewel of the Canadian Rockies. It’s not just a grand hotel. It is a palace in a fairy-tale land of snow-laden pines, crystal waterfalls and ice castles set against a backdrop of sheer soaring cliffs and expansive white glaciers. Just walking into the lobby makes you feel as if you should be wearing a beaded gown. It is where my husband spent a week with his “practice wife”—the woman he married right out of college and who, for the most part, I never think about. But now, in this setting, with my husband at home while I’m on a business trip, his “ex” has morphed into the evil stepsister whom my prince took to the ball. I need a fairy godmother. I need a pumpkin. I need that beaded gown. And for that matter, I need my prince! Instead, all I get is a ghost.
Posted by Peggy Shinn, Globe Correspondent