My experience with the ghosts of Hotel El Convento
In 2010 while on vacation in Puerto Rico I had an experience that shook me to the core and I’m going to tell you about it. I haven’t shared this story much; I don’t know why it was hard to verbalize. Many of you might think I’m off my rocker, I am hesitant but at the same time feel compelled to tell this story. I don’t know if it was supernatural or maybe my subconscious reconciling the day’s experiences but whatever it was it spooked me and at the same time had me vibrating with excitement.
Today is Friday, July 8th the official kick-off for the Greatest Show on Earth, the Calgary Stampede 2016. Sneak-A-Peek opens the evening before but the parade is the official kickoff for 10 days of festivities that consume the city and highlight our western heritage. I’m embarrassed to say but I have never been before, as a child no one had ever taken us and as an adult I choose to avoid the crowds and instead watch it on TV from the comforts of home. I had a pre-conceived idea of more hassle than fun, off overwhelming crowds, people deep, fighting for space or a spot to peek thru the masses. I heard people would camp out the night before or head down in the wee dawn hours just to get a premium spot, if you arrived later you’d be out of luck unless one of the lucky few who have company sponsored bleacher seats.
