Yesterday in my hotel room

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Throughout the years, many people have chosen to take up residence in hotel roomsrather than rent an apartment. But is living in a hotel permanently, especially ones like The Ritz or the Four Seasons, really as glamorous as it sounds? The answers vary.

Yesterday in my hotel room

There are real-life Eloises, brought to live in hotels by their parents. Or travelers sent overseas, for whom a hotel is the ideal prefab base. Here are the stories of 10 people who have lived long-term in a hotel—each for a different reason.

Yesterday in my hotel room

A publicist-turned-playwright, he now lives in an apartment on the Upper West Side. I was separating from my then-wife in Bucks County, Pennsylvania. I had no place to go when a college friend told me to come and live at the Gershwin Hotel in New York, where he was the manager. I was originally in a hostel room with several other [guests]. Living there felt reminiscent of the movie Casablanca. After a while, the owner asked me to do public relations for the hotel, and I was given my own room as part of my payment for doing press.

The hotel was filled with young people and employees who had no money and no other options. At the time, I was one of them. But it quickly became a cool place to be. I was able to create whatever I wanted, as long as it generated press. I invented a models-only floor; I emptied out an abandoned hardware store, which was connected to the hotel, and turned it into an art gallery; we had parties with John Waters, Johnny Depp, and Lou Reed. At one point I was representing 10 hotels because of the press I was generating for The Gershwin. Eventually, though, I was fired when the owner discovered I was representing other hotels—he had been paying me a very small salary—but I also reconciled with my wife during that time.

Francisca Matteoli is the author of 11 travel books, including Hotel Stories.

Yesterday in my hotel room

She spent part of her childhood living in a hotel in the center of Paris. He was a very eccentric, funny character. It was a way of living in that epoch, how wealthy people used to live—they stayed in hotels rather than apartments [to avoid] all the responsibilities. We settled there, finally, for for three years, a lot longer than we expected. My grandfather and grandmother lived on one floor, and I lived with my parents on another, in room We used those huge suitcases you used to have, as furniture—like drawers—all over the place.

There was one older lady who had been divorced several times, and she was very original. Living there has had a deep impact on me. I have written many books about hotels, for example. We rushed to leave Chile, so we lost a lot; now I prefer living in furnished apartments rather than one where I use my own furniture. It made me more curious, more adaptable, and I love the idea of not having a permanent address. I was sad to leave, but it was costing us a fortune and we were running out of money, so we moved to an apartment, which was a totally different way of life.

My grandfather spent the last year of his life there, and when he died, the hotel [comped] that year-long stay. But I did a ing for one of my books at the Plaza Hotel in New York, and one of the women who came brought me the book Eloise. She said, "I read your book, and you are my Eloise. My family would do occasional vacations and stay at hotels, so to me a hotel equaled a vacation; hotel stays were immeasurably fun as a result.

I preferred it to living in a standard home. The hotel was tax-free on stays longer than 30 days in our state, Minnesota, and the hotel provided a deeply discounted monthly rate. I was around 12 years old, and my friends thought it was extremely cool. There was a bit of trepidation among them at first—"You live at a hotel?

It was a two-story hotel suite, and my friends thought it was pretty awesome. The free hot breakfasts—I definitely gained some weight—and the in-room fireplace are my most enduring memories of the experience. They would give us new logs every day, the easy-to-light ones that burn so well. Asit was a blast. I have a lot of free points available, and I am planning to continue doing free stays at top hotels. He lived at the Ritz London for extended periods from until Now 77, he owns a house in London, and splits his time between there and Monaco.

My favorite memory of living there is of being totally pampered. My work life was safaris, so to be in a hotel like the Ritz was pleasure itself after coming out of southern Sudan. Living in a hotel also reinforced to me how important service is in the travel industry, and it taught me how to value a place. I moved out inafter I started to rent a large house close to Windsor Great Park, as it was easier for me—I was playing polo with the Prince of Wales.

I miss the excellent cappuccinos most, but the unexpected bonuses, however, were the people I would bump into in the main dining room and in the lobby; I met many old friends and made many new ones. I stayed in touch with the doorman for many years after I moved out—and I always made sure to say hello whenever I walked past. InJon Santangelo began a nine-month stint living at the Doubletree by Hilton in Beijing while undergoing training in an international management program.

It was his first job overseas—and it would change his life forever. This was my first time ever overseas, and I admit to being a bit naive about some things. The bed took up most of the room.

Yesterday in my hotel room

I like to grill, so not having a stove—or a kitchen—took some getting used to. I'd have to go down to the restaurant to warm up food. I tried to order room service sparingly. The first few weeks it felt novel.

Yesterday in my hotel room

Eventually, I stopped ordering altogether and kept a protein shake or snacks in the room. But it was very easy to get accustomed to daily room cleaning and no monthly utility bills. I still preferred to use my own shampoothough. The golden rule [for living in a hotel]: Act as if you're a guest in someone's home.

Everyone you'll meet in the hotel will benefit from this. I met an elderly Singaporean businessman named Mr. Ng: stern, but sweet at his core. He stayed the longest [of other guests]—several months, on and off. The entire Riverdance crew stayed there for about a week, including their jolly, rugged Celtic bagpipe player. It was the first time I ever knew, let alone befriended anyone, from Iran. They'd invite me to sit and talk with them at breakfast.

Truly perspective-changing, indeed. One Iranian professor who taught English schooled me on a of things. Hotel life can be lavish and super convenient, but don't barricade yourself in. Prior to China I wasn't used to taxis at all; the bellman and concierge arranged them and made sure I got to and from the hotel without trouble. I'd also carry the hotel taxi card with its address.

Once the weather warmed up in the spring I bought my first electric scooter and also started using the subway more.

Yesterday in my hotel room

If you're living in a foreign country, it's best to not get too reliant on the hotel's concierge, and to learn some basic directional phrases and words. You can't help but be awestruck by the enormity of China. I had no plans or ambitions to go to China before arriving the first time.

Yesterday in my hotel room

But half a year in I knew China was where my foreseeable future would be. So much was and still is happening here. I worked at a travel startup, an Airbnb competitor, that tried to launch in China. The following years I was a foreign talent recruiter and consultant for hotels in China. Today, the destination wedding company my partner and I founded, The Chariot works with various luxury hotels and resorts and our clients are mainly Chinese. Maria Hassler, 44, is a publicist for bed and breakfasts. From the moment I came home from hospital as a newborn, until I left for college, I lived in hotels.

As a kid, I envied those that lived "like the movies"—in a house with a big green tree by the window. I wondered what it would be like to have a hometown, friends you grew apart from and then reconciled with. At school, I was always the new. It might seem incredible, and in many ways it really is, but it's not as incredible for the child as it is for the adult. As an adult you likely value culture, languages, new foods, new people. Kids want to watch the same movie, eat mac and cheese, and have their stuff left exactly how they left it.

I liked working my way around the back of the house. I disliked being waited on and watched. At times I felt like a fish inside a fishbowl. I preferred to slip through the back. Hotels were my personal giant maze. The biggest bonus of hotel living was the room service and that if you felt lonely, you could always open the door and see people. Roberto Wirth, 70, is the owner and manager of the Hassler Roma in Rome. He was born, however, at the Hotel Eden nearby; his father, Oscar, ly co-managed both hotels. When I wasI often dreamt of being the captain of a large ship, full of passengers.

I watched my father manage the hotel and the staff, greet guests, and I simply wanted to do the same. I was literally born in a hotel, from a family of hoteliers, and to me it seemed only normal that I would follow in my family's footsteps.

At Hotel Edenwe lived in an apartment in the mezzanine. From a window, I could see the reception and the concierge desks, the doormen who greeted the guests, and also cars coming back and forth. My Swiss nanny, who looked after me there, used to jump out from one of the windows of our apartment and go and meet her Roman lover. One of the sweetest memories I have from my life at the Hassler is Audrey Hepburn walking down the stairs. She looked like a fairy princess to me.

The Hassler was a second home for her. She first stayed here with Gregory Peck when they were filming Roman Holiday ; she used to spend a lot of time in the hotel and I remember her beautiful smile and her kind, sweet ways. She used to personally send me Christmas greetings every year. My father was convinced that my deafness would be an insuperable obstacle. But I never gave up. Hotels have always fascinated me, and there was no dissuading me from making this my life. I now live in an apartment not so far from the Hassler, and I still personally welcome and greet all the guests to try and make them feel at home.

Doug Gollan was under intense personal and professional pressure in January His marriage was collapsing, and he had just started a new company.

Yesterday in my hotel room

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